#i might love the color blue... in case you didn't notice

[mintsuwu]

please how did you come up with her design I've been trying to make a design for my poppy playtime oc but it always ends up looking like rubbish please give tips😭😭

Hello, thank you for asking! Truth be told is that it took me a bit to figure out how to do LoolaLamb in general, she didn't come out too well on the first try xD I had to tweak a couple of things in her like the hair, colors or snout.

Initially, I wasn't quite sure of what animal picking for her, but then I went with the lamb idea for a few reasons:

- When I was little, I used to have a lamb plush I used to love dearly. Sadly I don't have any pictures to show since I no longer have it with me so I tried to look for one that looked similar on the Internet- But that was the main inspiration for her character. And since the Smiling Critters have their own plushies as well, I thought it would be interesting to make one of them after a real toy. I also took reference from other characters in media that were based on sheeps, like in Pokémon (Flaaffy & Whimsicott).

I would always recommend using references if you ever don't know where to start with a design. And in the case of a Poppy Playtime OC, you can look for references if you desire as well, or even turn a beloved toy of yours into a character, anything works!

In many cultures, the lamb is a revered symbol of innocence, purity, and sacrifice. It is often associated with religious connotations, particularly in Christianity, where it symbolizes the embodiment of Christ's innocence and the sacrificial lamb offering redemption and atonement for humanity's sins. I simply liked the symbology of this because I'm always a sucker for that when it comes to creating characters;;

This was mainly due to lore reasons, her association with Catnap, a follower of an entity, the Prototype, whom he workships and would do anything to get its blessing. LoolaLamb "sacrified" her voice for the Prototype (well, it actually was that Catnap took away her voicebox with that excuse).

Her name "LoolaLamb" is a word play for "lullaby", given the role she was going to have in the Smiling Critters line, a replacement for Catnap who would have a similar role as his, except that instead of using a gas to make people fall asleep, she would use her voice. Sheeps and lambs are also heavily associated with sleep and dreams, given the advice: if you can't get to sleep, just “count sheep” until you drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Sheep are wanderers. It's their nature. Even in the best and safest of places, places that provide protection, water, and food, sheep are known to wander off, get lost, and sometimes eaten by predators.

Her color pick was mainly because even if the smiling critters have more or less the colors of the rainbow and there are already two blue colored critters (Bubba Bubbaphant being more of a neutral blue or azure and Craftycorn cyan or aquamarine), I noticed that there were no dark blue or indigo colored ones. My first idea for LoolaLamb was to give her more violet colors, given her correlation to Catnap, but at the same time I wanted her to stand out amongst the others, being a little more of her own character, so that´s why I ended up picking a different color pallete for her.

And those are pretty much the basic things I had in mind when creating LoolaLamb! Of course it doesn't always have to be so elaborated with all characters, but I'd always recommend to find references, information, symbolism, anything that might help you with the creation of your character in case you don't know where to start or are simply stuck!

I might not be the best when it comes to explaining things but I hope this has helped you and I wish you the best in your creative process, anon! 🙏🏻💖

#fanart #oc #headcanon #mint speaks #ask #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime 3 #smiling critters #poppy playtime oc #the smiling critters #smiling critter oc #loolalamb #poppy playtime fanart #comic #catnap #dogday #i would have added more art but I reached the image limit LMAO

[kissitbttr]

Omg hi! It's me again sufjdjs so I have a personal Hc on our dearest Miguel! And I could totally see frat Miguel doing this the most! If you have long hair I could def see him wearing your scrunchie or hair tie like a bracelet, like he doesn't give a fuck if it looks girly on him, it's his girl's and he's wearing it with pride! Graaahh! He'd definitely wear it because you might need it one day when you didn't tie your hair and it's too hot and! And! He'd wear it so that girls who wanted to ask him out can see the pink/white colored scrunchie on his arms and they'll be like "oh yeah, that man definitely has a girl, nvm 🚶🏻‍♀️"

Imagine him asking reader that for the first time if he could have one of her scrunchies ahuhuhu I love him sooo much 😩🩷🩷

GODDDD HE WOULD BE SUCH A SUCKER FOR THAT!!!

“Miguel?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you have pink flower scrunchie?” You ask in a hard tone as you stare down at the elastic band around his wrist. Thinking that it might be belong to some other girl and he had forgotten to remove it,

He wide eyed, “oh, this?” He smiles, inspecting the pretty scrunchie. “I bought it. For you.”

“For me..?”

“Yeah. You have a long hair muñeca and you tend to forget to bring a hair tie so i bought one, just in case.” He shrugs, giving you a proud grin. “You like it? Because i was confused which one to get. There’s the Kuromi one and i know how much you love the character but then Beck told me—“

His words die down after that. Simply because you just find yourself staring at him with much love and adoration. Heart pondering and all the butterflies stuff that people often talk about in books.

He did that… for you?

“Fuck” He notices you aren’t saying anything and his smile falls. “You didn’t like it. God! I knew I should’ve gotten the Kuromi one! I knew it. Why the hell did i listen to Beck?!”

“Oh my god, no! No, Miggy!” You put a hand to stop him, smiling softly at him as your fingers move around his hand, toying with the fabric. “I love it! It’s so cute! I can’t believe you did that”

“Well i-“ He rubs the back of his neck and you don’t miss the way he blushes. “It’s nothing really. Besides, i heard that’s what boyfriends supposed to do”

Oh your heart is about to leap out of your chest,

“Awe” You stand on your tippy toes and give him a peck on the lips. “So thoughtful of you. Thank you.”

“It also helps when girls try to come up to me and ask me out. All i gotta do is flick the wrist” You almost got yourself a heart attack at how fast he whips his wrist. “And tell them ‘not a chance. i am taken’ “

“That or i could cut off my bra strap and you can wear it as a bracelet.” You shrug, the corner of your lip twitch into a smile when his brows scrunch into a thought.

“Wait… That’s a great idea! Give me your pink and blue one, muñeca. I’ll cut it off right now”

#frat!miguel #miguel o’hara blurbs

[chronicbeans]

Dreamcore/Weirdcore Wally x Reader

What a nice dream.

TW: Derealization, Scopophobia, Brief mention of Depression/Anxiety and Therapy

You remember this place... it didn't quite look like this, but you can still recognize it. The unnaturally bright grass, the various flowers, the strange insects and the sky that looks all too... blurry? You don't know how to describe it. Everything has an unnatural haze over it, so it might just be that and not the sky's fault. And the music! The cheerful music! It plays in the background, quiet, but still noticable, like you are in a show or videogame. It sounds so childish and filled with wonder!

You stand up from your place on a bench, brushing a few purple leaves off your clothes. The air is somehow both chilly and warm, with each gust that blows by having a different temperature than the last. You hear a familiar, sweet voice call out to you.

"Oh, (Y/N)? Is that you? Oh, sweetie, let me have a look at you!" A small plush bird skips over to you, looking up at you. She has no feathers, instead having a patchwork variety of bright colors to make up for it. You smile, picking her up and holding her at eye level. "Hello, Poppy! It's been a while, hasn't it?"

She flutters her felt wings, chirping "It really has! You've grown so much since we last saw you! Oh, how long ago was that...? You were just a small child, back then. Now look at you! You're all grown up! That might explain a few things..." She mumbles the last sentence, her button eyes blinking a few times, before she shakes her head and brightens up, again. "There's been a few changes around here! I guess you can say we've all matured a little while you were away. How about we go see Frank? He should be with Sally, setting up a play."

With that, you place Poppy on your shoulder and begin walking to Sally's house. The stage is right next to her lovely little home, so they should be around that area. As you walk through the dreamy neighborhood, you notice the eyes watching you. On the flowers, on the bricks that make up the path, on the trees, and on the house in the center of the neighborhood... There's eyes everywhere. You don't remember that being the case all those years ago...

Poppy let's out a chirping noise, before saying "Wally says that those eyes are that of somebody watching over us, making sure we are happy." Poppy kicks her legs, continuing "I think they are very pretty. They make the neighborhood more lively!" As you approach the house, you hear the sounds of a lady yelling out orders and an exasperated man replying to every sentence with disdain.

The stage comes into view, you see Sally dressed in her starry, purple overalls and blue moon shirt. Her head is made up by a ball of white light, which glows brighter while speaking. Due to having no face to make expressions, she waves her hands wildly whenever she speaks. Frank is a man with a multicolored flower for his own head. An eye is at the center, alongside a single eyebrow above it. He has always dressed in a very formal manner, with a black vest over a white dress shirt.

You wave to them, noticing how Sally glows a bit brighter than before. She speaks, her voice holding a dramatic tone of happiness "It's (Y/N), our lovely dreamer! I'm sure you remember me, the star called Sally Starlet?" You nod, giggling at her demeanor. Frank huffs, his petals perking up "Where have you been all this time?"

You shrug, looking to the side "Working. Growing up. I missed you all." Sally twirls, waving her arms excitedly "How has growing up been going? Some changes around here haven't been... the best..." Her arms slow down as she begins to slump slightly. "I hope things have been going better for you. Frankly does, too." You look between Sally, Frank, and Poppy...

You haven't been doing the greatest outside of this dream. In fact, this dream has started to feel more real than reality. Your therapist has mentioned that it could be your depression and anxiety that has been causing that feeling... How could you explain that to them?

YOU DON'T.

DON'T TALK ABOUT IT.

THEY DON'T NEED TO KNOW.

You smile, laughing heartily as you say "Oh, it's been alright! Not much has been going on, really... I love my job and being independent. It's not as relaxing as visiting you all, though. I'm happy to have this time to take a break." Frankly nods, his eye crinkling to indicate a smile. "That's always great to hear. Be sure not to overwork yourself, alright? I'd be very upset if I hear that you've overdone it and hurt yourself one day." "I've been taking breaks. Don't worry." "Do you have any friends outside of our little neighborhood-?" Frank gets cut off by a noise.

You hear some footsteps behind you, causing you to turn around and see Wally walking over to you. His hair is a bright blue, a wide smile spread across his dandelion colored face. The large, blue, yellow, and red sweater is draped over his shoulders, and his red neck scarf is tied around his neck. Paint stains cover the sweater, making the smiley face embroidered on look like it's been painting, too!

The sleeves almost hit the floor as he walks over, covering his hands as he holds an ice scream cone in each hand. He holds out a cone to you, an ice scream of your favorite flavor, as he says "Welcome Home. I got you a treat!" He licks his own ice scream, which is a soft-serve apple flavor, causing it to let out an odd screaming noise. That's just what ice screams do, after all. You take the one he gave you, doing the same.

You grin, chirping "Thank you, Wally! How did you know I came to visit?" Wally tilts his head, saying "I saw you from the window of Home, walking over to Sally's." He then grins wider, continuing "You have a lot of catching up to do with the others. Not much has been going on in my life... I'm going to go back to Home. I just wanted to say hi and give you a treat." "Why don't you hang out with us?" "I'LL BE FINE ON MY OWN."

You flinch at the odd tone shift in his voice. You swear, he also seemed to change from a split second, almost like his body flickered to a different appearance. A flash of purple and black, followed by his normal self. Before you can ask about it, he's made a beeline to Home, leaving you and the rest of the group in the dust. You stand there for a second, staring at where Wally was in shock.

Poppy pats your head, before hopping off of your shoulder. "Wally has been like that for a while. It is nothing against you. He's been... he's changed the most out of all of us." Frank continues where Poppy left off "Frankly, he's been talking crazy. He's been talking about how none of this is real! I think he's lost his mind from isolating himself." Sally chuckles, adding "He'd make a great damsel in distress! Locked up in the great tower called HOME. The catch being that he's locked himself away! No witch, no dragon, and no curse! Just himself and his HOME."

You back away from the three of them. This dream is no longer comforting... it's uncomfortable. You quickly excuse yourself, saying that you want to go take a walk in the woods, on your own. Really, you just want to get away from them. What caused their sudden change in behavior? Why did they suddenly say all those things about Wally? Are they true?

Sitting on the edge of the forest, with the whispers from the woods acting as white noise. You try to figure out what to do. Really, you feel like you should've woken up by now. Usually, when you get this uncomfortable in a dream, you wake up.

Why haven't you woken up?

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home au #dreamcore au #dreamcore #weirdcore au #weirdcore

[fanfictionlibrary]

Hi there. How are you doing? I love demon slayer and I liked the one you published about sanemi and her tsuguko. Can I please request one about Tangiro, Inoske, Zenitsu and Nezuko meeting Y/N? (Nothing romantic, just them befriending Y/N) If you can and you feel comfortable doing it can it please be a gn!reader? if not Male is alright.

The breathing technique can be a random one (even one that it's totally made up)

Thank you so much and sorry if you didn't understand the request (English is not my first language)

Meeting the Gang (Demon Slayer x gn!Reader)

Appearance is not specified. Breathing style: Soul breathing.

A/N: The Twilight request will be out in the next few days.

Also, thanks for this lovely request. I am doing fine. How about you, @smile-wearewatching? And don't worry about your English. It's really good! English is not my first language either. So, I get how you feel ;-)

Enjoy!!!

It was an awful mission that your crow had given you by request of Oyakata-sama. The forest surrounding you was dense, and the lack of light made it hard to distinguish trees from wild animals. Or worse, from demons. It did not help that the deeper you went inside the forest, the thicker the fog became. But that was okay. After all, reaching the source of the fog was your goal. Certainly, the demon who was responsible for abducting villagers, waking them from their sleep as his mist sang sweetly to them and luring them inside the forest, must be located there. The night was still young, and the fog had not extended its arms past the forest's borders yet. You had enough time to protect the few unlucky villagers that would be picked as snacks.

Now was the time to act. Still, you wondered how exactly you were supposed to find the demon, the origin, the core of the fog, if you could not even see your hand in front of your eyes.  

But you couldn’t dwell on that for too long. You now had to fulfill your duty as a demon slayer. There was no way around it. When you had officially become a demon slayer, you laid one hand in Death’s oh-so-trusting claws. And he had promised to deliver you peacefully to the land of the dead in case you failed on one of your missions. Heaven or hell - that did not matter, you had told him. Just a painless existence in the afterlife. Something cozy and comfortable. That was all. That being said, you were not afraid of Death. You had looked that possible part of your fate in its face and had accepted it. 

Slowly, you ventured deeper and deeper into the forest. The fog enclosed you more and more, grazing your skin. You halted in your steps, focusing on your breathing style and surroundings. Your technique was soul breathing, which allowed you to sense the souls of others – humans and demons – around you. It gave you an advantage over the demon, allowing you to pinpoint his location. The demon was not strong enough to eclipse this strategy of yours while enveloping you in his fog. Nor did he seem to notice what you were doing.

To your right, you felt it. Three powerful, charismatic human souls. So vibrant in color that they momentarily took your breath away. One soul was red, one yellow, and the other one blue. For now, that is. The color of one’s soul is never definitive. Actually, it is just about every color you can imagine. However, in some moments, one color might prevail, whereas the others decline, only to burst alive at another time. 

What startled you nonetheless were the two demon souls. One demon's soul was green. It fought the three human souls viciously. The other demon soul, the purple one, was unbelievably good-natured and kind. Your heart swelled. You couldn’t believe what you were sensing. A demon fighting alongside humans? A demon fighting a demon? How…?

You accelerated, katana at the ready, and rushed into a clearing where you saw the battle unfolding. The first thing you noticed was the prodigious antlers sprouting from the demon’s head. The demon had hung up some remains of his victims on them. A hand here. An arm there. Hairs, ears… You swallowed thickly, trying your hardest not to vomit on the spot. The demon was at least as tall as a tree. His legs looked like those of a deer, whereas his upper body was human. As is often the case with demons, his face looked remarkably handsome and deceiving. 

A red-haired demon slayer was fighting against the monster, using the water breathing style. At the same time, he tried to evade the thick roots that were trying to grab him mercilessly. So far, the demon slayer, who also had a red scar on his forehead, prevailed. But he couldn’t get any closer to the demon. As soon as he tried, new roots sprouted from the ground. It was obvious that he wasn't able to keep this up for long. He already looked pretty beaten. 

A few meters behind him, directly in front of the clearing’s edge, sat a young boy on the ground. You couldn’t make out his facial features. His eyes were white and enlarged with fear. Desperately, he clung to the demon girl, screeching ceaselessly.

“NEZUKO-CHAN, PLEASE PROTECT ME! I AM GOING TO DIE! I SHOULD HAVE NEVER BECOME A DEMON SLAYER. IT WAS A MISTAKE. LET’S RUN AWAY AND MARRY! NEZUKO-CHAN, I AM WEAK AND IN NEED OF HELP-“ 

Suddenly the fair-haired boy passed out and landed on his back. Nezuko, that seemed to be her name, scratched her temple. But then she sweat-dropped and released a puff of air. She seemed to be used to the boy’s demeanor. 

“SHIIIT!” 

Startled, you turned your head. A little away from you was a topless boy, pulling futilely at both of his katana that were stuck in a tree. Why was he wearing the mask of a boar, though? 

“ARGH! THEN I WILL FIGHT YOU WITHOU MY KATANA!” 

Recklessly, the boy with the mask ran towards the demon, dodging the thick roots aimed at him adeptly and fast. But he didn’t seem to notice the three roots growing out of nothingness behind him, ready to pierce his heart. 

You quickly assumed your fighting position. One foot in front of you, the other behind you, katana lifted to your chest. 

“Soul breathing, third form, soulful dancer.” Your body vanished in a blinding flash, before reappearing in front of the roots. You spun around yourself several times, your katana creating lines of ominous and incandescent colors that followed you and slashed the roots into bits and pieces. You landed on your feet gracefully. Your back was turned to the two fighting demon slayers, who had been blinded by the flash that you had created. 

You internally cursed yourself. You had rarely fought with others, making your battle style not the most cooperative one. The boy with the mask and the redhead were shielding their eyes, staggering from side to side. Luckily, you had also momentarily blinded the demon. And the girl… 

Upps. My bad… But the antlers… Those are his weak points!

You turned around quickly. “Soul breathing, fifth form, mortal essence.” In a straight line, you jumped high up in the air, positioning yourself above the demon. Then, you dived down. Rushing first towards the right antler, dismembering it into hundreds of pieces. The black smoke surrounding you intensified as you dashed towards the left antler, gliding through the air and taking care of it until there was nothing left of its regal quality. The demon wailed cries of despair.

As you readied yourself to land on your feet securely - it had become an automatic process by now - you looked toward the red-haired boy. His mouth hung wide open. 

“Fast! The head!” you yelled. “Sever the head!” 

“Uhm… Right!” His fighting spirit returned to him. “Water breathing, second form, water wheel.” The boy jumped. He made a flip and used his improved vertical strike power to behead the demon. The head fell to the ground with a loud thud. The thick body followed quickly after it, whirling dust from the ground. 

“Finally…” The redhead allowed himself a sigh of relief and sheathed his katana. 

All of us watched in silence as the body of the demon and his head dissolved. You felt the demon’s soul vanishing. Your heart seared as you sensed the demon’s pain and how much he repented his crimes. You stored that pain in your heart, reminding yourself to be virtuous and to never fall to the folly of sins. Now, you also had a responsibility for the gone demon. For every demon you witnessed dying, you promised yourself to keep the part that was once human alive by turning your back on vices and partly living virtuously for them, too. That was all you could do. No one remembered their human lives. Nor did you know about them. But it just felt right to live by that principle, remembering by living a good life. It didn’t need to make sense. It just had to feel right.   

“Excuse me?” 

You were wakened from your thoughts as you saw a pair of hands being waved in front of your face. 

“Oh, sorry.” You bowed deep. “I was just lost in thoughts.” You sheathed your katana, too.

“Ah, don’t worry.” The red-haired boy rubbed his neck. “Uhm… I am Tanjiro Kamado. It is nice to meet you. And thank you for your help.” He stretched his hand out to you. 

“Of course. We demon slayers have to help each other out. Life isn’t exactly long if you are one.” You shook his hand, noting his genuine smile. But he didn’t quite know how to respond to your dark humor. Figures… He has such a pure soul. “Oh, and I am Y/N L/N.” 

“HEY! YOU THERE, TWERP.” The boy with the boar mask had gotten his two katana out of the tree and was marching angrily over to you and Tanjiro. He rapped the Japanese swords against each other loudly. “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? I HAD EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL! I COULD HAVE PROTECTED MYSELF AGAINST THOSE ROOTS! DON’T EVER GET IN MY WAY AGAIN! OR IN THAT OF SANJURO!” 

“Huh?” You blinked, confused. “Tanjiro-san, who is Sanjuro?” 

Tanjiro smiled half-heartedly, tilting his head. “Ahh… That would be me. Inosuke-kun cannot remember names well.” Slyly, he leaned over to you, lifting his hand to your ear and whispering, all while side-eyeing Inosuke, “I don’t think he even tries.”

“I see…” You returned his smile, watching how Tanjiro calmed Inosuke down with a few words. Somehow, the wild boy listened to Tanjiro. It seemed like the latter was in charge here. Inosuke only huffed, crossed his arms, and turned away from you. 

Suddenly, the fair-haired boy awoke with a start. He shot up, clutching at Nezuko’s arm, asking whether they had landed in the afterlife. Nezuko shook her head, pointing to you and Tanjiro. 

“Tanjiro-kun!” wailed the boy and sped over to his companion as if he were a lightning bolt. “I was so scared! I’m so glad it’s over. Thank you for rescuing me.” 

“Ah, but Zenitsu-kun, I didn’t do the work alone.” Tanjiro gestured to you. 

“Huh? Who’s that?” 

“That’s Y/N-san.” Tanjiro answered. 

“I see…” Zenitsu studied you intensively without saying anything. He narrowed his eyes at you and was about to ask you something, but your attention was directed to Nezuko as she appeared behind Tanjiro, hugging him. 

“Yes, Nezuko-chan, I’m glad you are well, too.” Tanjiro patted the demon girl’s head, flashing his teeth as he smiled brightly. 

You mustered Nezuko. “She is a demon,” you stated bluntly. 

Immediately, the atmosphere got heavy with something you couldn’t quite decipher at first. But as all of the boys became serious, clenching their teeth and staring hard at you, you quickly understood that they were being protective. You could see it in their souls. The friendship and love they had for this demon. 

“She is my sister,” Tanjiro clarified crossly. The hand on his sword hilt tightened. Nezuko glared at you. She did not look ashamed, which you had expected her to be. 

“Your sister…?” You were absolutely baffled. 

“I can understand if you have zero tolerance for Nezuko-chan. She is a demon, after all. But she is one of a kind. There is no one as loveable as she.” Tanjiro’s temple pulsed threateningly. “Still, if you’re really so blinded by your own prejudices, I ask you to leave now. I won’t let you hurt her.” 

“Whoa… Easy.” You lifted your hands in an appeasing manner. “I won’t hurt your sister, Tanjiro-san. I see her soul. I know that she would never harm anyone. And if she did, she would never forgive herself. I am still surprised, though. So, I ask you to understand that.” 

Tanjiro nodded reluctantly, resuming a neutral stance. “So, your breathing style is soul breathing? And it allows you to see others’ souls?”

You nodded. “I’ll tell you more about it later." Grinning, you turned to Nezuko. “Hey there, Nezuko-san.” You stretched your hand out to Nezuko, surprising everyone. “It’s lovely to meet you. I am Y/N.” 

Delighted, Nezuko shook your hand. You did not understand what she said as multiple noises left her mouth, but you got the gist of what she was feeling right now. It was probably hard to say anything with that… thing in her mouth. Could she even talk? 

With the mission being cleared, the five of you decided to return to the village to report to the mayor, telling him that the demon had been defeated. As you walked, you got familiar with the peculiar group dynamics of your companions. Tanjiro was the pillar everyone leaned on and looked up to. He was charismatic, funny, and caring. Zenitsu seemed to be anxious by nature, seeking protection from the others. But as he ran away from the sound of rustling leaves, Tanjiro informed you that he really was a menace in disguise. He hoped that you would be able to witness Zenitsu’s skill in battle one day. Inosuke was… oh boy. He was a handful. Loud. Boisterous. Downright feral. As for Nezuko… It was hard to tell. She just seemed happy to be there, grinning brightly and sticking close to her brother. But there was an underlying deepness to her that you had yet to discover. She was like an ocean, deep with mysteries and raw emotion. 

After you had reported to the mayor, rousing him from his sleep, you were granted hospitality at his mansion. You had a room to yourself, and while you tried to sleep, you heard loud yelling from the adjacent room. Apparently, the boys were fighting about something or practicing their breathing forms… The words carried over to you were often jumbled. At some point, you clearly discerned Nezuko’s voice, several loud thuds, and then, total quietude. 

A few seconds later, the door to your room opened, and in the frame appeared Nezuko. Wordlessly, she dragged her wooden box behind her as she shut the door, placed it beside you, and crawled into it. Before she closed the box’s door, she stuck her head out, nodding at you to wish you a good night’s rest. 

You stared at the ceiling. Completely dumbfounded. Traveling with the four of them – you had agreed to go on the next mission together if you weren’t required to go on solo missions – would be most interesting.  

#demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #tanjiro kamado #nezuko kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashibira #kagaya ubuyashiki #hashiras #wind hashira #insect hashira #water hashira #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #rengoku kyojuro #muichiro tokito #obanai iguro #tengen uzui #mitsuri kanroji #gyomei himejima #katana #anime #anime and manga #fanfiction #demon

[respectthepetty]

Background Noise in Ep. 2 of 7 Days Before Valentine

Sun's phone shares the blue versus red color coding (the battle between good versus evil).

Sun has a painting of the sun above his bed.

The horns were inverted and resembled tusks, so less of an ominous marker and more of a defensive structure. The busk reads "make all your dream come true" and "work like you don't need the money."

Much like the sculpture in Sun's house that made him the center of the universe, this necklace's pendant is also of the universe.

Sun was warned last week that a man who can't be responsible to pick out his own flowers isn't worthy of love, and this week, Sun forgot he ordered flowers, then threw the flower on the ground in anger.

Are the roses marking Sun turning into a beast? The shop owner warned Sun about letting someone pick his lover's flowers while he sleeps and the new one hadn't bloomed yet.

There was water in the tub and Q was reflected in the mirror before Sun entered the bathroom. He just didn't notice because he only thinks about himself.

Q was shown higher than Sun several times regardless if it was with the horns

Or being blindingly bright near the water that he couldn't cross because Sun didn't want to go. He can't pay the toll and redeeming Sun is his way across.

Q did not look happy to be portrayed as the devil, so I think redeeming Sun will determine where he will fall on the side of good versus evil.

But Sun lied to his landlady, so Q stood in the middle.

And Sun didn't move to help the older man, so once again, Q was in the middle.

Sun's landlady was tending to her flowers,

and the entire building is decorated with flowers. Sun, who lives at the top, should provide them with light, but he is turning darker.

No comment on the signage.

The first man Rain saw was Air. Now he is seeing Earth. Rain's ex is named Mek (cloud).

Sun continued to talk about having the "power" to control his outcome, and he seems determined to bring hell to heaven (air and cloud) and earth to get Rain back even though Rain has told him several times the issue is Sun.

The accident occurred when Sun threw the rose and broke its case.

Wild Ass Theory: Air would have put this man in jail as a criminal lawyer but without Air, he is going to hurt someone. Possibly Rain for arguing with him?

Q tried to get Sun to think logically, but Sun was stilled ruled by his emotions. Q also looked sad again wandering around and seeing the father play with his son.

The sign for the cologne Sun was filming for last episode popped up, but the ad reads "Devil - Coming to you this Valentine" as Sun came into focus while walking. He has seven days to solve his problem (which is himself) or . . . he will turn into a devil?

However, Sun sat in front of the part of the ad that reads "Once Devil" so this is his chance to not only redeem Sun but also himself.

Which might be why he showed up at the man's house since he no longer has a son and . . . Q misses his dad?

In the beginning, the overgrown plants were tangerine branches and Air was worried his dad would fall if he tried to trim them himself,

But without Air, they changed to Japanese honeysuckle yet the tangerines still caused him danger.

The fade in from Sun being next to Rain

To Rain's ex being next to him is a reminder that Sun is the same as Mek.

Yet Sun decides to erase Mek which shows he is slowly erasing himself.

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I absolutely adore your ‘sweet dreams’ snippets! You would not believe the grin I had when I saw that you wrote a part 3 and was wondering if you might make a part 4, please? Thank you for all your lovely stories, they are always a joy and delight to read!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

CW: Blood, mention of sibling's death, mentions of pet's death

Henchman pressed both chocolate milk bottles to their cheeks as they scanned the pastries behind the bakery's glass display case.

They really needed to cool down. It had already been over half an hour since they wriggled out of Villain's grasp, showered, and walked the six blocks to this shop to buy breakfast, and their cheeks were still aflame.

They know," Henchman thought.

No doubt about it.

Villain had practically wrenched their heart out still beating, turned it over, studied it, then put it back in its place like a half-interesting knickknack. That almost felt worse than the lip-curling disgust they had imagined. At least that sort of reaction would have been clear. Henchman hardly knew what to do with that casually amused look in Villain's eyes, the knowing that they knew but felt no need to mention it. As if Henchman's feelings were barely worth acknowledging.

Maybe they weren't. Maybe Villain went through this sort of thing all the time and had grown used to it. Henchman blushed harder and pressed the milk with enough force to push out their lips. How were they ever supposed to face their boss again?

"Have you made a decision?" asked the girl behind the counter, wrenching Henchman out of their worry and back to the glittering rows of sugar.

"Oh...uh..." Henchman yanked the milk bottles off their face with a whole new wash of color. They tried not to stutter as they worked out their order. "Two fruit tarts, one cheese danish, one of those donuts with the grapefruit curd, a pumpkin scone, and...two slices of that cinnamon bread. And these."

They set the milks on the counter and tried not to feel strange for being a single person ordering so many sweets. They tried to tell themself that the cashier didn't know or care what they did with their buyings, but pushing out that anxiety only replaced it with a worse one: would Villain like them?

Of course, they will, they answered themselves promptly. They would never pass up anything sugar-filled. What you're really wondering is if they'll be grateful. If they'll notice you're effort. If they'll even care.

Ok. Time to turn their brain off.

They snatched the paper bag a little too hastily out of the counter girl's hands and whirled back in the direction of the door, smacking full force into another customer’s brawny chest. It was like hitting a steel beam head-on.

Henchman doubled over, a sharp hiss escaping through clenched teeth. Both hands flew to the bridge of their nose and pressed at the nerve-numbing ache splitting their face. Nothing felt broken but curses that hurt.

"Oh my-- Are you alright?"

A heavy hand plopped onto Henchman's shoulder, prompting them to squint through the tears gathered in their eyes and into the bright blue gaze of Hero.

Henchman reeled back on instinct, back thumping the display glass with an embarrassingly loud thunk.

Hero quickly held his hands up. "Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I only meant to-- Oh, you're bleeding."

Henchman pulled one hand away and stared at their sticky scarlet fingers.

"I-it's just a nosebleed," Henchman said, ducking their head. Of all the bakeries in the city and at all the hours they were open, why did Hero have to come here, now? Did he know? Had he trailed Henchman here? Was he waiting for them to lead them straight to Villain?

No. They were nobody to the heroes. The team was looking for Villain. They shouldn't have any idea what Villain's henchmen looked like, or that the overlord had brought one with them.

"Let me get you some napkins." Hero's large body leaned over them to reach the napkin box on the counter; they loomed a couple heads taller, and all Henchman could think about was how easily those muscles could crush them.

"I-I'm fine."

"You sure?" Hero said, pressing the napkins into their blood-stained hand, still held out dumbly in front of them.

Henchman flicked their gaze up and suppressed a flinch. The hero's steely eyes held them hostage, not too unlike the icy prick of a knife point pressed into the soft skin of one's throat. They threatened to pierce right through Henchman's nervous expression and into their soul. Henchman sincerely hoped that that was not one of his abilities. If that wasn't frightening enough, the irises were also...kind of...glowing.

Henchman must have shrank involuntarily.

"Oh, no, no," Hero said in the same tone someone might talk to a spooked animal. Fingers crawled over their face like spider legs, settling heavily along their jaw, middle fingers pressing into their temples. "It's alright. I'm a hero."

Henchman's whole body trembled. Those large hands could crush their skull and smash their brain into wet pudding in seconds.

"T-thank you," they forced out. "But I just want to go home."

Hero frowned, obviously unused to not being fawned over after revealing himself, but his hands dropped easily. "Are you certain you're alright? I do feel I should take some responsibility—”

"I'm fine." Henchman brought the handful of napkins up to their nose and dragged out what they hoped was a sheepish smile instead of a fearful one. "Thank you for being so kind, b-but it's not your fault, and I'll feel better at home."

"Alright then." Despite the prickling anxiety shooting up Henchman's nerves, Hero didn't stop them from scurrying around him. He waved a heroic sort of flick-wrist of a wave and bellowed, "You be careful out there, now."

As they moved to the door, the counter girl and the few customers in line behind Hero began to applaud, as if Hero's attention to a poor, muddled civilian was something very chivalrous and honorable that deserved attention. Hero nodded to each with a beaming smile, those glowing eyes leaving trails of light hanging briefly in the air every time he moved his head. Henchman's face burned, and they ducked it into their napkin wad as best they could until they had pushed outside onto the sidewalk.

They remained tense until they'd speed-walked a couple blocks. As soon as they were certain the bakery and Hero's piercing gaze were long out of sight, they slumped. The shame hit them fast and hard. What was that? Was the anticipation getting to them like Villain said? Henchman had been trained to fight heroes. They'd even beat a few of the smaller ones. So why had that confrontation terrified them so much?

Because it was Hero.

Right, it was the same thing that made Villain so dangerous. There were some beings so powerful that they were hardly human. What was someone as small as them supposed to do against such a threat? It was such an obvious problem, but they'd never really thought about it until the danger was looming right over their head. Maybe they'd thought if they ever got in a fight that Villain would take the big ones and they would take the small ones. But what if they were all big ones?

No. Remember your training. There's no powered being that can't be taken down with a well-executed plan.

Henchman decided to ignore the fact that they had no idea what such a plan would entail. They needed to get back to Villain and report.

***

At the creak of the door, Villain leaned the top half of their body out of the bathroom, still in their sleeping clothes but their hair wet and slicked behind their ears mid hairdo.

"Welcome back, my dream--" They stopped. "What happened to you?"

Henchman tossed the bloodied napkins into the trashcan with a shaky hand and pretended not to feel the crust of blood left on their upper lip.

"I ran into Hero."

Villain's eyes widened a fraction and their fingers tightened on the doorframe. "Did you fight?"

"No, I literally ran into Hero." Henchman illustrated this by pounding their knuckles lightly against their palm. "In the bakery. He was behind me. Oh, I got breakfast."

They held up the paper bag dazedly.

Villain retreated back into the bathroom and strode out a few seconds later with one of the rough, yellow hand towels. They sat down on the bed and patted the space in front of them. "Come here."

Henchman moved numbly and obediently, settling crisscross across from the criminal and setting the bag of pastries between them. Nimble fingertips traced and pressed the throbbing bridge of their nose and ended on the still-tingling tip.

"Not broken," they confirmed. "Only bruised."

"That's what I thou—"

Henchman cut off as Villain brought the damp hand towel up to their nostrils, carefully dabbing at the dried blood.

It hurt. Henchman wanted to squirm away and hide their face in the pillows, maybe try cleaning it themselves when it wasn't so tender, but somehow they managed to keep still.

Villain's hands were a little bit gruffer than Hero's but their pressure didn't invoke the same sense of dread. Villain was probably stronger than Hero, but at least Henchman could rely on them to be dangerous all the time. They didn't wear that mask, that gooey goodness that vanished in an instant when you were deemed no longer worthy of it.

"Were you followed?" Villain said, rubbing a raw spot into their lip now.

"I don't think Hero even knows who I am," Henchman said, "but no. I checked my surroundings a few times on the way, just in case."

Villain nodded, leaning back a little and looking over their work intensely. "And this happened from bumping into him?"

"He has a really hard chest." Henchman's lip stung furiously now, but in some ways, they wished Villain wouldn't be finished cleaning them up. The touch calmed some of the turmoil flipping their stomach. They ducked their chin into their collarbone and studied the scruffy knit of the bedcovers. "What should we do? They're so close."

"Same as before, but even stricter. We stay here."

The paper bag rustled, and Henchman snuck a peek as Villain shook out and opened the little folding box inside. Those predatory eyes sparked as they seized on one pastry in particular, and in a moment the cheese danish was plucked out from the rest.

"I also got these," Henchman said, rustling out the milk bottles and handing one off to them.

"Looks like you made your little morning flight quite productive."

Warmth singed the tips of Henchman's ears, and they hunched closer to the bed. "Sorry."

Villain cocked their head. "Why?"

Henchman shrugged. They weren't exactly sure, it just slipped out. Maybe they were sorry for feeling like they did.

Silence fell in a thin blanket across the room, and Henchman quickly selected their own baked good, the pumpkin scone, from the box, and began nibbling at the corner.

"Have you ever been tested for powers?" Villain broke in suddenly.

Henchman jolted at the abruptness but shook their head. "Why would I? I don't have powers. I already know that."

"You'd be surprised how many people believe so falsely."

"Yeah, but that's different." Those people were in denial. They noticed the strange things around them but didn't want to know where they came from. "I've never had a reason to be tested. Nothing happens to me. Everything around me is normal."

Why was Villain even asking this question?

"Have you heard of the power-ability tier system?”

"Yes," Henchman ventured slowly. "Primary, Secondary, and Tertiary. Tertiary is sort of like an underlying talent, right? Like they might find money in the street all the time and not even realize they have a good luck ability. Then Secondary is obviously a power, but simple, like flight or minor elemental abilities, things like that. And Primary powers are...well...like yours."

Villain nodded, finishing off the danish and licking the glaze from the tips of their fingers. "Very good. If you know all that, maybe this won't come as too much of a shock: I believe you have a Tertiary power."

Henchman blinked. "What?"

"We can get you a test just be sure, but I'm fairly certain."

Blink.

"What are you even—" No, softer, this was still their employer and a master criminal they were speaking to. "What makes you think I have a power?"

Villain's response was immediate. "You soothe."

Henchman scrunched their face in confusion.

"I've suffered from dreams for a long time," Vilain said, surprisingly bare with their personal information. "Nothing has ever helped. Pills, meditations, ...companions. But you. You soothe at an instant. At a touch. And not only once, but twice. I don't believe in impossible things happening twice."

"B-but, I would have noticed!" Henchman cried, then falteringly, "Wouldn't I?"

Villain tapped the back of Henchman's hand, still clutching to their barely nibbled scone. As Henchman hastily brought it back to their mouth, they continued. "Like you said, Teriatry powers are hard to detect. People go lifetimes without recognizing them."

Henchman wasn't sure what to say to that, and Villain took advantage of there silence to press a little further.

"Is there anything you can think back on where you might have used a soothing power before?"

"No. No, I never..."

Maybe that wasn't completely true.

"My dog," they said slowly. "When I was a kid, my dog was hit by a car on the highway. I was alone, and there was so much blood and pain..." Henchman swallowed. "I touched his head and...well the whimpering stopped. After that, he passed quickly."

Another memory quickly tailed the first.

"It was the same with my sister when the heroes mistook her..."

This one was even harder to get through. Skip ahead.

"I touched her...and the pain seemed to melt. I didn't think much of it at the time, I thought it was because she was dying, but now...maybe... She also passed very quickly and quietly. It's not the same as curing nightmares, but could it be something like that?"

"Sounds like soothing to me," Villain said. Those dark eyes studied them, picking and peering like a particularly difficult and interesting knot until they found the thread where their being began. Then they pulled, unraveling them to their very atoms.

Henchman had to look away. They cleared their throat. “How would I go about knowing for sure? How…how were you tested?”

“By force in a underground holding cell. For you, a trip to the pharmacy should do the trick. But not until those heroes clear out.”

Henchman nodded numbly. Villain spoke so bluntly sometimes, it was hard to believe that anything actually bothered them.

“While we’re on this subject though,” Villain continued, “I want to make you a proposition.”

The criminal carefully selected another sweet, turning it around in their hand a couple times before taking wolfish bite.

“A proposition…?” Henchman repeated.

Villain finished chewing and leaned back on one hand as they popped the other half of the pastry into their mouth. “You seem to be the solution to a very big problem of mine. I’d like to make last night’s accommodations a little more regular.”

Henchman’s breath caught and their heart squeezed uncomfortably in their chest. “You want to keep…sharing?”

They couldn’t bring themself to be anymore specific than that.

“Not every night of course,” Villain said, “but before important events or other times when I might especially need you, yes.”

Henchman couldn’t find words. They weren’t sure what they were feeling right now, but it was something between suffocating and sinking. It was almost disorienting, and they clenched their half-eaten scone so hard, that it crumbled into pieces across the bedcovers.

“Of course, I don’t except you to do it for nothing. I’ll be adding a bonus to your usual stipend, and when we return to headquarters, anything you may need to stay over will be provided for you—food, clothes, hygiene products. Luckily, you’re feelings being what they are, it shouldn’t be too much of an inconvenience—”

Henchman smacked them hard across the face.

Part Five

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[margotwhites]

A/N: So, some people enjoyed my first published work, and with that I decided to post this one. I'm not really confident about it, but maybe I'm overthinking. also, there might be grammar mistakes, since english isn't my first language. sorry about this :)

Anyway, This is another JASON x FEM!READER fic, because i love this boy heavily.

summary: (1,9k words) Jason build an habit of visiting her in the Manor. They try to comfort each other about life's shit, him more directly, and her by small actions. Also, the trope can be said as "not only one bed, but i want to share it with you", i guess. Reader is 17, last year of school. I perceive jay as 19, a bit after he adopted the red hood persona, so things are still harsh between him and brucie.

hope u guys enjoy.

Promises - from me, to you.

She knew the night was rough when he shoved his helmet in her desk with harshness. Looking at his eyes, the reason of hiding them in the field is clear - he is unable to disguise his emotions. Those blue, green eyes (she's never been able to decide the color) stares at her. Jason's hair was a mess, the curls undefined and shiny from sweat, and his breath trembles as he fights against the tears trying to escape. She gets out of bed, the clock exposing the sinfulness of the time they usually meet.

"Balcony?" scratching the eyes, trying to get rid of the sleepiness, her tired voice awakes a feeling of guilt inside Jason. Hoping the sleep deprived her from noticing the drops in his cheeks, he pushes the guilt to the back of his mind; remembering himself that she told a million times his presence wasn't a bother.

"Yeah."

Out in the balcony, they stare at the sky. Gotham's lights steals all the shine from the starts, so it is nothing but a black cloak. He feels like smoking, an usual urge lately. Their forearms are supported by the railing, wind making her hair swing. He looks at her profile, and he can feel the adrenaline finally vanishing.

Caught staring, she looks at him back with a smile, "Rough night?"

"All of them have been, lately." She hums in agreement.

The girl plays with her fingers, looking at the city. Jason is unsure about the reasons he comes to her. Before these meetings, he would simply go to his apartment and stare at the wall. Or find something else to full his mind. But, after that first night they talked... It was so simple, so easy. No drama, no disagreements. He could just be himself without worrying about what she would think of him - because she never corrected nothing. Never gave him a lecture about his ways.

"Still studying for those exams?" He nedeed to talk about something. Anything other than cases, crimes or fucking death. Just small talk.

"Most of the time. Is hard, you know. Sometimes my mind tricks me into thinking I'm unable to complete the tasks."

"Why's that? You have some of the best grades in your class."

"I'm not sure. There's always someone outstanding me, and not only in school. I just... I kinda compare myself a lot, I guess."

He knows the feeling. Growing in the Manor, he usually compared himself to Richard and even to Bruce. He had to die to understand - he was his own person. Even so, in some aspects, those tricks always catch him too.

"I know it sounds cliche, but there's really no reason to compare yourself."

"I know. I mean, look at this city. Millions of people, millions of stories. Can you imagine all that goes on? And I'm so lucky to live here now. Most of these people would kill to have the life I got. But I still feel so... undeserving."

His eyes follow her movements, now her back supported by the railing. Hair swinging a little in front of her face. A perfect movie take, he thinks. He also thinks that, if she believes being undeserving of this life, Jason can't assure if he deserved to come back to it. Actually, he's sure he does not. Hell, he didn't even wanted to come back.

Realizing Jason went into the depths of his mind, she sighs, trying to bring him back.

"I compare myself to you guys the most." As she expected, this called attention.

"Why?"

A bitter laugh. "Why? Jason, look at you. You give so much for this city. Even if the others disagree with your methods, you stand for yourself and... I don't know. You guys do so much. I feel like time's running out and I'm unable to keep the pace."

"We do this so you, and other people, can have their own pace. There's no reason in sacrifice if everyone does it."

She tilts her head to look at him, not appearing to notice his sudden change of tone, "I know." The wind gets stronger, her arms shivering.

"Let's go inside. You're cold." He opens the balcony glass door, pulling her in.

"Come sit with me." She jumps into the bed playfully, petting her side for the sake of his presence.

"I'll dirty your bed."

"So I'll stand with you." And she did stand, face in the height of his chest. His heart pounded at the difference of power between them. Not because he finds said difference amusing, but it's the way she acts around him; comfortable, happy with his presence. Even when both of them know he could do to her - with her - wathever he wanted. But she trusts him. With this in mind, he does a silent promise to her; but mostly, to himself: He'd always use this in the sake of protecting her. Realizing he's been quiet for some time, he laughs.

"I think it's time for me to go, actually. Sun's rising and you need to go back to sleep."

I don't think I deserve this. His eyes, against his wish, might have revealed the process of thinking.

Her brows furrowed, and he never found this girl more beautiful than now. "Stay, Jason. You have a room in the Manor, just take a shower and come back here."

Even knowing she didn't meant that, he felt shivers in his back. I'll always come back to you, the words begged to leave his lips.

"Nah, you do need to sleep. And I don't want to find Bruce in the middle of the corridor, honestly."

"Take a shower in my bathroom, then. I'll grab your clothes, you had a rough patrol. Just relax a bit, we can even watch a movie if you want."

He ponders about the tempting offer. Fuck it, fuck what Bruce will think if he finds out, and fuck his own feelings of excitement about sharing this moment with her. She's right, the night was rough and he deserves to have ordinary, simple moments. He has the right to seek something- and to seek someone. And he has the right to do something about it.

"Okay. There are fitting clothes in the first drawer of the closet." He kept some casual clothes in the Manor, for situations that he might want to stay. He's glad he ever believed one day he'd want to be there.

Entering her bathroom, while she sneaked into the corridor, he observed every aspect of the place. The elegant curtains, the big mirror. Her products for skin, and her hair. All from the greatest quality - thanks Bruce for taking such good care of her - and soft towels. Taking off his dirty clothes and tossing them behind the door, he allows the water to clean his body and mind.

His hair would smell like her for the whole next day, and he felt like a creep for realizing it, enjoying it and being unable to control the little smile in his face.

A knock pulled him out of the thought, "Jay, your clothes!" He grabbed a towel and rolled in his hips. Opening the door just enough to grab it, he thanked her, getting ready to bed.

•••

Her bed was soft. He sitted in the end of it, watching her choose a movie in some streaming platform. The pajamas fitted perfectly. A small shorts, socks with a lot of small Yodas stamped. A cute long sleeve shirt, but a bit tight. Her hair a mess from the wind. He stared at her, trying to make his eyes stare up.

"Oh I swear, If I had to choose between only two movies it would be so easy. The problem of this world really is the amount of possibilities."

"Hey. Forget the movie. Let's just..." Just what?

Just stare at each other laying in bed? He would actually like this. But it's strange to word it.

"Just what, Jason?"

"Talk?" He sounded like a stupid, inexperienced teenage boy. Well, he was feeling like one- so that's fair.

Giving up the movie, she turns off the TV.

"Fine, get in the sheets. I'm cold!" They both enter inside the sheets, a comfort warm embracing their bodies. He realizes how tired he is, eyes heavy.

Her eyes trail Jason's face shamelessly. She didn't felt that urge of pretending not to stare like he did. She just observed him, enjoying his features.

"You're so pretty, Jay." His heart jumped. What does he answer to this? Compliments back? No, kinda clumsy. Denies it? She'd get mad at him.

"Ahm. I- okay." She laughs, lighting the whole room.

"And soooo cute."

"Stop it, now you're saying this only to tease me." He feels a smile growning in his own face.

"Sleep here with me, Jason?" She asked suddenly, after some moments of silence. Her voice went low, as if she was unsure about wording the wish. His mind went quiet. They agreed of him staying a little more, but he'd been sure she would eventually ask him to leave. He licks his lips, trying to choose a proper answer;

"I have my own, and I don't want to bother you."

"Yeah, but I wanna make sure you really sleep. Besides, I feel a bit scared at nights here, being honest. I'm also alone because Bruce and the boys do patrol. Would be nice have a company."

Bullshit. He knows she doesn't feel scared- it's impossible to have fear about the exterior in the Manor. Everybody knows about the absurd high security. But, feeling alone - that's usual. She's trying to convince him to stay, he decides.

"Fine. But don't get used to it." She doesn't know, but he says this more to himself. Don't get used to it.

"You said this exactly when we first talked at the balcony, and we do it almost every week."

"This is different."

"Yeah, yeah. Guess I'll have to bring your clothes to my room." Please do this. Let me be here always. He forces a laugh,

"Go to sleep." She doesn't close her eyes.

"You first, jaybird."

"Are you what, five?" A chuckle.

"No, Jason. I want you to sleep with me. Hold me. Stop being oblivious." So confident. She states that with so much assurance. He envys this briefly; and his heart skipped a bit as he remembers himself they are friends, she's asking him to hold her because they are close friends. Right?

His hands are trembling for some reason. "Right."

He had promised to be the protector, and realized it was stupid of him to do so. Stupid of him, because in the end, he's the one feeling safe while having his arms around her. Her back pressed in his chest, her smell lulling him to sleep. The softness of her body made him hold tight, hand resting on her waist. His last thought before drowning in dreams was the sure this would be the best sleep of his life.

That night had been rough on him; just as his whole life had. And Jason build walls around him - walls that he always believed were unbreakable. Proving all of his sures wrong, she was melting all barriers without a single weapon. 

 Sometimes, protection is not about force - but the simple will of being close. Is about choosing to be together, even when you don't have to.

Listening to his steady breath and getting closer to Jason's body, she realizes;

You completed the task, girl. You deserve this.

And she smiled.

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[wildissylupus]

So.....like, do you any lore/headcanons on D.va skins? Like, academy, Taekeguki,(I spelled that wrong fur sure) Celestial, turtle ship, etc.

Ok I actually didn't know that Taegeukgi and the Academy skins were actually based on lore. So that's pretty cool! I honestly didn't think D.VA had any lore based skins (which upset me cause I think she deserves some), so finding this out just made my day!

Let's start off with Taegeukgi!

The name of the skin is in reference to the Korean flag, which makes sense since this skin is representative of when she traveled around the world for gaming tournaments, representing Korea;

Considering these descriptions on other heroes only happen on lore accurate skin (with a few exceptions) we can assume that Hana wore that jump suit to tournaments, which might seem a bit weird until you consider how much Hana loves her country and how much pride she takes in it. Hell in her journals we see her still thinking about what's happening in Korea and sending battle notes to her team. We don't see this happen with anyone else in the New Bloods, not even Zarya.

Honestly I think this skin shows how loyal and proud she is of were she came from.

Academy is her other lore based skin and it communicates a lot. The first thing I noticed was how bright it was, I look up irl Korean high school uniforms and none of them are as bright as Hana's, yes some of them have a splash of color but it was usually red or blue, not neon pink. Since we don't have any references other than this skin on what Hana's school was like we can assume one of two things, this is just the regular uniform, or two, Hana customized her uniform. Now I don't think the latter would typically be allowed but since Hana was representing the country's at this point I think the school would have made an exception.

Also the description of this skin does further imply that Dva was in high school when she joined the Korean military. At the very least she would have been 17, since her and the rest of the MEKA squad joining the military was a special case;

Also, like with the Taegeukgi skin we can assume that the stuff she is wearing is cannon. Meaning it's quiet possible that D.VA needs glasses and/or contact lenses. Which I think is a nice little detail!

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[sunskate]

RD -

Olivia and Tim skated in an early group and looked good - they look more comfortable in the RD than the FD - their highest base value this season with all level 3 steps. good for him ☺️ Kaitlin and Jean-Luc, KMT and Trennt in his Leafs jersey came to watch them - stayed for a bit but were mostly on their phones except for O/T

Luca Lanotte tried to loud clap to get the audience going for his team - i really wish coaches wouldn't do that - let the skating speak for itself. it feels like a lack of confidence in them or the coach inserting themselves into the situation. clapping for an element done well is one thing, but clapping into the silence is distracting more than anything

Koko have improved- they're skating bigger, too. you sometimes hear people say teams don't improve past a certain point, but it's not true. i never noticed their Ghostbusters costumes are distressed with green goo lol

36 teams, and only one with a deduction - 24 teams with all positive GOE. they work so hard and so many did really well. Bratti/Somerville were looking good and then 😢 slowed down it looks like he might have hit the back of her boot and then toe picked? i felt so bad for them. interesting that the judges from Spain and Slovakia gave them PCS like the fall didn't happen, while Poland gave them 6.75 in SS and along with a few other judges dropped them hard

i loved seeing the Czech teams live - they are very fast, the Taschlers especially cover ice, and i'd love to know how their technique is different from what IAM/O do. the Taschlers 💔 - it looks like she has a split second to look down and put her blade on his boot, and somehow she didn't get a foothold and slipped. maybe it was safer for it not to go up than for her to fall off mid-lift, but 😭

Hannah and Ye were great- they've grown a lot since August. they got their levels - only Piper/Paul, Olivia/Tim and CPom had higher BV - they tied with R/A and the Ukrainian team, Holubtsova/Bielebrov - i would have had them above the Mrazeks. hopefully their GOE and PCS will start to rise after this competition, because they were impressive-- first year seniors and 14th!

R/A's guns n roses live is high energy, big - kept seeing her sister around and having to look twice if it was Allison

CPom - they did SO well - i had been thinking this whole time her new dress is green - i think the yellow notes in the beige material made me see green instead of blue - i did wonder at one point why the accent color on Anthony's didn't match - it's probably just me who didn't put this together lol their skating just feels substantial, and they have beautiful unison and unity as a team

and LaLa are so rhythmic and sharp in this program - they can flow and hit the accents at the same time, which not many teams do. they're hearing the tempo. they can skate so specifically to the beat. you can see the music in their movement, which is the best - i love them so much. i think it's partly that, plus the flow and someone mentioned their speed of rotation that makes them look so fast on a screen. live, they are fast, but not quite as much as it looks on a stream

Madi Chock uses her arms and hands very very skillfully and beautifully. i still get taken out sometimes by how her speed increases and edges are deeper when he's pulling or pushing her vs when she's moving on her own. but they have great timing with each other. was it 90+? idk 😬

G/F i could rave about their skating skills some more lol

after hearing Carol Lane talk about how she intentionally choreographs "hits" - unusual movements or accents that are supposed to grab the audience - in this case those little hops G/P do - into the programs, it started to feel slightly contrived and the vertical motions a way to distract from how Piper's carriage isn't the best. i still like it, even the belly flops, but maybe a little less than i did?

5 hours of ice dance ❤️

#the event's been taken down from the ISU youtube #maybe bc of prince #and peacock's replay is gone #but yle areena w a vpn

[its-paperd]

FlowerShop AU Kross!! requested by my good friend, @psycho-chair !! :)

[ The Magenta-Budded Pulvanithisa ] ( disclaimer, the flower name is not real, I just made it up lol )

" what's this, a new flower type? looks like a lotus. but for dirt, heh. "

Killer looked at the potted floral Cross has given him ( well, it was more of a shove ). He was about to open the shop until Cross came from the back door. Strange, considering Cross only comes for restocks.

This time though, it's a potted plant.

The pot is decorated in a black, blue navy and white tapestry, full of lines and dots. The flower itself is a lotus-based Pulvanithisa, the "family flower" of Cross' kind.

Cross' magnificent flowers and plants made Killer's business booming ever since he came into the heap of a shop he had rented over a year ago. He wasn't the best at taking care of greens, despite him being a great cat babysitter. He still hoped MoishMish is doing better up there. It was hard leaving her to the vets for months before that news of her not being able to—

" Killer? Is there... something wrong? "

Oh. He dozed out apparently.

Killer apologized to Cross, saying that he must've wandered around his mind again. " so uh... mind telling me what this is? " he asked, holding the pot in one hand and the other resting on hips.

" C- careful!! " Cross trembled, his hands slightly reaching out in case it falls. " easy, Crossy. i'm a good handler, " Killer joked, while he balances it on his finger. Cross yelped, making him chuckle. He almost made the pot topple over.

" Killer!! Stop that!! "

" fine, fine. party pooper. "

Cross heaved a relieved sigh as Killer sets it on the countertop of his counter. He then looks at him with his 'brows' raised, marking a " well? " on his face.

Cross caught it and stammered, " Ah, yeah.. it's the newest one I've made, actually. Was testing it back at the garden. I call it.. " Cross stopped, making a dramatic pause while making jazz hands.

" The Magenta-Budded Pulvanithisa. "

Killer couldn't hold back, letting out a hearty laugh. After a few moments, he took a few breaths, despite being a skeleton.

" sorry, it's just.. I don't see?? A bud?? unless it's like, hiding in the petals or something. "

" That's because it is. Watch, " he said as he reached the sides of the petal, stroking it a bit. Killer watched in fascination as he heard the flower purred contently. Cross' creations always purr when he touches them.

Killer thinks it's cute.

" Also, it's not just a bud, " Cross giggled. He looked at him confused. Until.

The flower opened itself, revealing bullets of brightly colored pinks and the inside a beautiful fuchsia light blue gradient in the center.

Killer swore his soul thumped at the gorgeous sight.

" See? It's quite a plenty! " Cross giggled as he presented the flower. Killer was speechless, but in a good way.

" holy shit, Cross.. it's.. it's brilliant! fucking fantastic, even! " he gasped in awe with a huge grin on his face while his fingers brushed the floral, petting it. " i think this might make the customers go hog wild!! "

" Actually, they're for you. "

. . .

" huh? " He questioned, his smile froze.

Cross tugged on his pale turquoise apron, fiddling with the strings. " this Pulvanis is actually for you, Killer. "

While his soul thumped a while ago, this time it almost stopped its beat.

He could feel his maroon blush spreading his face. And Cross was no different, his own color covering his.

The two stood there in silence. They didn't even noticed the flower closing back to let them have their moment.

" ... woah. uh. thanks. i think. w- wow. " Killer looked away, avoiding eye contact.

" Do you like it? "

" like it? i fuckin' love it. it's beautiful, Criss Cross, " his smile gentling his worried face.

The silence dragged on.

For about 4 minutes until Killer's phone rings in the tune of " Pompeii - Bastille ".

" oh right! the- uh, the shop. " Killer looked around, glad that there weren't any weird people with their glasses on, taking pictures whenever he and Cross are in the same room.

He never knows how they just poof out of thin air.

" Oh right. Guess... we'll see again next month? " Cross shrugged while scratching the back of his skull.

" i mean, we could meet again at the Libraby. " Killer nudged.

" Right. "

" right. "

Wasting no time, Cross whistled Pakkun the Venus Flytrap to come over. Pakkun was the first plant he was introduced to and he grew fond of it, constantly fighting over the last piece of beef jerky.

He sat on top of its head, his feet crossed over. Heh.

" See you! " Cross smiled and waved, Pakkun doing the same with its leaf.

" see you. " Killer waved back as he watched his apprentices slither away, its leaves and vines falling off.

He glanced back at the closed flower sitting by his countertop, its chirps and purrs wanting for attention.

" we need to give you a name, lil buddy. " The flower seemed to be somehow jumping, its petals going up and down.

" how's MishMish sound? "

Another buzz comes from his phone.

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tada!! hope this makes you happy as it did for me :)

#this took me a lot longer than i expected #cause i usually do these stuff in the span of like... 8?? minutes since it's always short #oh well #FlowerShop Kross AU #✨ written paper'd #cross sans #killer sans #✨scribbled paper'd #chair buddy pal #also hey i did my best on the drawing 😤 /lh #'paperd why did you add a song out of the blue' #BECAUSE I CAN #SHUSH

[numetalpuppygirl]

Pepsi Can Designs Ranked

as you may have noticed i'm very into soda and beverage containers in general, and i've had pepsi on the brain for a few days so here's my ranking of every can design they have listed currently on their website. i'm sure there's been like a million others through the years and years that pepsi has been a thing, but it's just for fun and i'm not gonna make a list that's a full book long

13. Nitro Pepsi Vanilla

really don't care for the color scheme here. i get that it's meant to be the color of vanilla but it's just not the kind of shade i want to see on my soda can, y'know? it's giving pilk. big pilk vibes here. and the spray-paint logo doesn't pop, especially not when it's only the blue without the red. maybe the biggest nail in nitro vanilla's coffin, though, is those big ugly brass-colored block letters. yuck

12. Diet Pepsi Wild Cherry

diet pepsi already has this ugly tin color that doesn't exactly appeal the appetite, and all the additional detail here is like putting a lipstick on a pig. except the lipstick somehow made the pig uglier. the flowing red on the top and the bubble detailing just does not work with this backdrop, and their simplicity really becomes painfully evident when there's nothing else to occupy your eyes

11. Pepsi Caffeine Free

sigh. i wanted to like her, but i just don't. it feels so metallic but in the wrong way, reminding me more of a cavity filling than a winner's medal. this is a case where i actually wish they had used detailing instead of just coating the thing in a (surprisingly rather dull) gold sheen. what might have been...

10. Diet Pepsi

once again, it's just dull. soda is meant to be a fun drink, something that pops out at you in the grocery aisle. i guess maybe if you're drinking diet you may not agree, but either way this just looks like a dog food tin. here, i'm glad they didn't do any detailing, but it still just leaves it looking sad :(

9. Pepsi Zero Sugar Mango

has a lot of the good elements of both classic pepsi zero sugar and pepsi mango, but ends up being less than the sum of its parts. orange works with black since just about anything works with black, but it lacks any real sense of synergy between the colors. don't care for the bubble detailing over the more subtle black background, either; i get that it's there to give some more visual excitement but basically i just wish they'd use some other type of detailing lol

8. Pepsi Zero Sugar Wild Cherry

basically all the same issues as zero sugar mango but i like red and black as a match better than orange and black. moving on!

7. Nitro Pepsi

now we're starting to get somewhere. still suffers from some of the problems as vanilla, but that deep blue color is gorgeous, and works nicely as an allusion to the blue of classic pepsi without ripping from it directly. i don't even mind the details as much here, because at least they pop more against the colored background. white against blue is far better than blue against off-white. still don't love the spray-paint style logo, though

6. Pepsi

something to be said for the classics, eh? it's a lovely shade of blue, really, with a tasteful metallic trim and a halfway decent version of the logo. we could complain about the modern lowercase logo, but it's not like many of these other varieties are offering much as an alternative. except...

5. Pepsi Real Sugar

mostly the same as classic, same blue, same logo. obviously the text logo is different, but i'll be honest this is not one of the logos i'm sentimental for. at least it has some swagger though! now let's be real - the big draw here is the slopes at the top. see how they're shorter than the other cans? those are the bony hips of a lady with a harsh, narrow, boyish frame. and we love her for it

4. Pepsi Wild Cherry

(sorry some of these images are kinda fucked up lol, i'm trying to find ones that match the specific designs on the website)

ultimately just pepsi classic with some extra pizzazz. the red flow detail at the top is like an extension of the red in the logo. not too much to say, just a slightly snazzy option

3. Diet Pepsi Caffeine Free

ohh pretty pretty girl. this is what regular caffeine free wishes it could be. a nice delicate pure white background that doesn't need any detailing because it has that tasteful gold trim and elements of the logo. it maybe feels a little overly clean, but not in a sickening way. the design really makes me believe that this drink is gonna be refreshing. what a sweetie :)

2. Pepsi Zero Sugar

call me edgy but i'm just a sucker for darker black palettes. keeping it simple here: just a black can with the logo and some white text telling you what makes it special. it's purposefully low effort. it doesn't need to try any harder because it knows it has already done everything it came to do without breaking a sweat

1 . Pepsi Mango

complimentary colors? how fucking revolutionary!! look at that blue and orange palette - now THAT'S synergy! the bubble detailing is perfect here, although i wish it extended into the orange section. also a problem i have with basically all the fruit variants is that they just kinda slap a jpg of the fruit in the corner of the logo. could have tried to make the mango look like the circular logo or something fun like that. in any case, this is my favorite of all of these; it's bright but not blinding, knows how to use its colors, and just overall strikes a brilliant balance that's appealing in each and every way it needs to be!

that's all! now time to see if tumblr will let me post something with this many images 😓 thanks 4 reading!!

#*char noises* #long post #i don't have a can talk tag yet... i guess i have the gallery tag but that's for finds. idk i'll decide if i even feel like it #also i'm aware i'm basically just like. advertising for pepsi rn. so i'd like to remind everybody #that corporations are a fucking blight on this planet and should be eradicated #and besides i haven't tried like basically any of these besides classic so i offer no insight into their quality ok

[hisnowbie2]

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Summary:

¤ Turning 18 on that day, Seolji didn't expect herself to see a thread of a red string being tied up around her pinky finger, casually dances to the flow of the wind that blows her hair.

And she remembers specifically.

It was a windy day, close to drizzling. Right in front of her new school at the start of the year, she was just walking casually to school, when she felt a pull on her pinky finger.

Now that she understands what is happening, all she need is time for her to have her string guilds her to her soulmate. As much as she wishes her dream soulmate to be her type, she actually didn't expect someone over her expectation. To say the worst, she doesn't like it at all. ¤

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E I G H T : 【 Shopping adventure, who? 】 (0.9k)

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During the journey in between, you(Seolji) and Chenle had a blast; fixing the music volume to the maximum as the both of you played series of songs that the both of you like. Upon reaching the destination, the both of you got out and approach Yeji and Hiyyih, whom were busy on each other until they found you. You smile, waving at them, but unintentionally, you saw Yeji's red string that tied on end of her pinky finger is tugging, letting loose and straightening it non stop. In your mind, it is a sign that her soulmate is near, and whether or not it is your choice to inform her about it. You almost let loose your expression upon seeing their signal from the red string, but due to your best friend's romance future, you decided to keep it low.

At least, give out hints along the journey.

You do not know who is her soulmate, nor where the red string leads to, but right now, if you can't distract yourself away from Yeji's pinky finger, the others might notice your unusual quietness. And so eventually, you do yourself; hugging Yeji's arm while Hiyyih drags all of you into the shopping mall.

Amidst the bustling atmosphere of the shopping mall, vibrant storefronts beckon with dazzling displays, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across polished floors. Shoppers weave through a maze of fashion boutiques, electronics emporiums, and aromatic food courts. The air hums with a symphony of chatter and the rustle of shopping bags, creating an immersive sensory tapestry. Glittering escalators ferry patrons between levels, and the expansive glass ceiling bathes the entire space in natural light, creating a modern and inviting retail haven.

You and Chenle are in a different clothing store as Yeji and Hiyyih, as they say, "Shopping for office work is different from shopping for an audition.", which in you case, the reason is acceptable.

It is not that you and Chenle are the worst at teamwork, but in fact the both of you suck at fashion.

He brought a meat-like jacket and showed off to Twitter, captioning himself that he found it interesting so he brought it, while you... let's not just mentioned that you literally dared Taehyun to have a fashion fight declared, when on that day, you wore a a simple white tee, with a word printed "Loser". You were definitely devastated after hearing you lost to Taehyun.

Yet, the joyful news of the day is that today is an exceptional day whereby the both of you never get to argue on which fashion suits the best, in fact, you two work perfectly on who to look the worst.

Him selecting for you a white cartoon shirt black pencil skirt while you dressed him up a blue shirt black blouse that never reaches his ankles (you purposely chose), neither of you will never be for real.

And by the time you both laugh like a maniac, you had your ear twisted, alongside with Chenle's, by Yeji, and Hiyyih apologizing rapidly to any customers and salesworkers.

"You two are having so much fun, huh?" Yeji had you two look down onto the ground, lips pouted.

"Well, there is a reason why I am the favourite." Said Hiyyih before she grins and skips off to pick clothes for us, while Yeji set out a "time-out" for her to pick up clothes for the both of you too.

While waiting, you sense a sound of a bell faintly rings in your ears, and you look up, seeing Yeji's red string tugged again, this time, vibrating vigorously on its own. You then can confirmed that Yeji's soulmate is right around the corner in this shipping mall. Deciding on whether or not to tell Yeji, Chenle catches your attention, eyes straight onto each other.

"What's wrong?"

You look at Yeji's string, and to Chenle. "Her soulmate is near."

With Chenle's eyes almost bulging out, he almost scream, if not you pulling him back down and covering his mouth. Again, you heard the second sound of the same bell sound, ringing again with a louder volume. You gulp, eyes not leaving Chenle's, and then you heard the third. You slowly exhale, eyes slowly breaks contact with Chenle's and look out to the entrance of the clothing store. You felt your hands being forcefully remove and Chenle's head turns to where you look, and soon, both of you saw a suit guy walking past, and ringing sounds of the bell immediately plays a beautiful series of musical melody. That's where you freaked out.

Immediately, you stand up, running out towards the entrance of the clothing store, and stop to look at the back of Yeji's soulmate, who seems to be focusing on his phone.

You found him, Yeji's soulmate. Now are you going to tell Yeji about her soulmate is the problem, because maybe right now isn't the right time for them to meet, but some other time will be right. Chenle catches you and pulls you back in, both of you face to face.

"No, we can't tell her yet." As if knowing my question in your head, he told you, and you are slowly swaying to his direction. "Because that guy is our boss."

"Our what?" You frown.

"Choi Yeonjun, our boss, is Yeji's soulmate."

With that being said, you heard plastic bags dropping onto the floor, and as you tilt your head and Chenle turn himself 180, you clearly saw how Yeji froze and Hiyyih gasps.

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#kpop #hybe #txt fanfiction #kang taehyun #txt fanfic #txt #tomorrow x together #tomorrow by together #choi beomgyu #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #hueningkai #txt smau #kpop smau #smau #soobin smau

[froms8nsashes]

Colorful

Ed was so used to the greys, blacks, browns, blues, and murky tones of the Gotham police department. He was used to seeing the colorless world as if a filter had been put over his eyes. The colorless world didn't make him depressed, as one would typically think. No, Gotham is his home, always has been. Gotham never bummed him out.

The people did.

As much as he smiled and nodded, complied with what detectives and officer's asked of him while on the job. He couldn't help but hate them in the back of his mind. They were all sad, depressed assholes who clearly could never figure out his daily riddles. Including that medical examiner. Always shouting and reporting him to the captain because "he's not supposed to be in the examiner's office. he's forensics."

That guy deserved the harmless prank. It was either Ed got suspended or her did, and there was no reason for Ed to get suspended.

Just after his friend Jim had gotten demoted to Arkham asylum duty- he only knew because he was listening in- there was a new face in the GCPD. A new, colorful face.

Her hair was stark red, green striped sweater, yellow smiley face earrings. She wasn't grey, or dreary. He couldn't help but smile when he saw her in the medical examiner's office, looking around. Tracing her finger pads over every little detail. Familiarizing herself with the place.

"I question what lies above, and I'm shared with those you love. At my sound your hands will shake, and oft heard soon after wake. A card not found in a deck." Ed plastered a kind smile on his face when she turned around, not all that startled.

"Oh, I was told by some of the officers out there that someone around here liked riddles." Her smile was bright, like the rest of her. She thought for a moment.

"Do you give up?" Ed asked, he didn't feel like he was being pushed away or ushered off.

"Hey, I didn't know they hired such a nice lookin' lady as the new medical examiner."

He tightened his grip on the files he was holding but nonetheless tried to seem polite. Officer Tom Dougherty was not a man he would like to be in the same room with.

"I appreciate the compliment, but I don't think that charm is going to work on me." She noticed Ed's body language, fixing her posture herself.

"Come now, don't let riddle man here bore you." Tom clapped a hand on Ed's shoulder and his entire body tensed. She could see just how uncomfortable he was by the expression on his face.

Ed still tried to look polite and kind.

She cleared her throat.

"How about you come back another time, I was just asking the forensics specialist about the latest case." She stepped toward officer Dougherty, shooing him with her hands.

He grumbled, but forced a smile and let go of Ed's shoulder, leaving shortly after she shooed him away. Pulling out a kerchief she handed it to Ed.

"I don't like contact like that either, now, I think the answer to your riddle might just be a greeting."

He took the kerchief hesitantly, wiping his shoulder and adjusting his glasses. A genuine smile on his face now.

"Correct! Did you know that some doctors say brighter colors make people happy?"

"No, I don't think I knew that. Oh! I have a bright green little cactus you can put in your office." Her eyes were wide and sparkly, and mismatched blue-brown.

She dug around in the cardboard box she set down on the chair and pulled out a little fake potted cactus, it was indeed very green and had a pink and yellow flower on top. It also had a face, a smiling face.

"Isn't it just the cutest? You can keep it." She handed it to Ed, careful not to touch him.

"You want me to keep this?"

"Yeah! You said bright colors cheer people up, right? So why not have something colorful to brighten up your office."

"I- How did you know I work in forensics?"

"They told me to stay away from a guy named Ed Nygma who worked in forensics because he liked breaking into the medical examiner's office, but you seem like a great guy." She continued to dig through the box. "I also don't mind if you use my office, just as long as you put everything back and clean it, of course."

His smile got wider, if possible.

"I...I never asked your name. I'm sorry."

"Rose, Rose Corvid." She giggled.

So, Ed used her office often. He was quite comfortable, and even helped her during autopsies. Always asking if she'd like help. He couldn't describe the feeling but he felt drawn to her. She was the one person in the precinct that enjoyed and answered his riddles, often leading him to feel all bubbly inside. Even if Harvey or Jim made an offhand comment about the riddles he greets them with, it didn't bother him. At least someone enjoyed the daily riddles.

"Hey, I'm grabbing takeout, do you want any?"

She'd poked her head into the room, immediately making the gray atmosphere light up when he looked up from his desk. That same familiar smile found itself on his face.

"How about that new Chinese place around the corner?"

"Anything special?"

"No, it just- "

"Can't have onions, got it!" She saluted to him with a laugh.

His heart fluttered in his chest. It had been doing that a lot lately. He's been feeling very warm lately as well. Looking back at the evidence files he was going over because of the new case Jim decided to take from a rookie.

"Well, well, well. Such a happy face for working in a shithole." Harvey snickered.

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"No, I came here to check on those evidence files."

"Oh, yes. Those." He clicked his tongue as he closed the folder.

"I don't doubt that smile is caused by that Rose lady, she is a might fine piece of ass."

"Detective Bullock."

"What? You know I'm right. It's always the happy ones that have a sadistic side." Harvey joked.,

"Stop talking about her like that!" Ed snapped.

"Oh- Well, I didn't think you had that in you."

"Please leave."

"Come on-"

"Leave, Detective Bullock."

Ed was pointing at the door, this steely look in his eyes.

Rose came back with quite a big takeout bag, entering just as Harvey was leaving. Ed sighed and rubbed his temples, smelling her sweet perfume he dropped the sour expression for a much happier one.

"I see that look on your face. Was Harvey being a jerk again?"

"No, no. It's fine." Ed tried to laugh it off.

She planted a hand on her hip and rose a brow.

"Are you sure?"

"It was nothing, he just needed those evidence files for the case he's working on." Ed was adjusting things on his desk, he was bothered.

"That's bullshit, and we both know that."

"It really is nothing, I promise you, Rose." There was so much adoration when he said her name. He was fidgeting with his glasses and staring at his desk.

"I won't push it, but if something did happen just know you can tell me."

"Why are you so nice? It would be easier if you just ignored my riddles, and me."

Her shoulders slumped and her eyes softened. Setting the takeout bag on the unused counter she grabbed the rolling stool that was sitting there and sat down across from him at the desk.

"Ed, your riddles every day make me happy. I'm glad I get to see you all the time because you're like the brightest person in here."

"What do you mean?" He blinked twice and leaned away.

"I mean, your smile lights up a room, and you have a real passion for autopsies even though no one really lets you touch the corpses post mortem." She gently took his hand that was tapping rhythmically on the desk and held it. "You make me enjoy going to work."

"Thank... Thank you so much. I... I feel that way about you too."

"I brighten your day?" She looked puzzled.

"Sometimes you're like a walking highlighter," He chuckled half heartedly. "Yes, I often look forward to work because of you. You're the only who answers my riddles, the only one who wants me around."

She frowned.

"I can't believe no one wants you around, you aren't creepy at all."

"It's okay, I can understand why sometimes."

"No, Ed. It's not okay." Rose squeezed his hand.

"You have pretty eyes." He blurted out without thinking.

She was caught off guard.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing. Forget I said that." He pulled his hand away.

"To be honest, I've always thought green eyes were the most gorgeous."

His eyes widened and he adjusted his glasses again, this time adjusting his collar too. Looking anywhere in the room but her he started tapping his hand again, but only his pointer finger.

"Did you make sure there aren't any onions?"

"Yes, I made sure there were no onions, but if there are I can pick them off."

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me."

"Yes, I do."

"No, no, anyone would do that for someone they care about."

"Miss Corvi- "

She leaned forward and kissed him quick on the lips.

"Now, food?"

#see what i did there #ed nygma #edward nyma #the riddler #gotham #gotham rogues #ed nygma x oc #edward nygma x oc #the riddler x oc #technically pre-riddler but still #i love this dork so much #he is lowkey me #i relate to him even though i kind of dislike the riddler a bit #ty battinson for my dislike of the riddler #dc comics #dc batman

[linaselandbasil]

Genetic analysis and man of science mumbo jumbo about Lance and Valkyon

Yes, this is still part 2.

Here are the previous installments and the rant about Huang Hua.

Let's talk about those pretty eyes of theirs!

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(For your information, there is already something called amber eyes in humans and it's not like Valkyons. It's more of a warm brown. When I'm referring to amber eyes I don't mean that, but I also kind of do. The same pigment can be used to make both eye colors.)

(Also, when I say dominant, I mean it very loosely because every trait you can think of is codominant and it's never that simple)

(Also also have a look at thissss.)

So, I've said before that I think that amber eyes are dominant over blue eyes because if Tia is a homozygote with recessive phenotype and has a son with a recessive phenotype with a father who has a dominant phenotype, that means the father is heterozygote. So he had a recessive blue eye allele and a dominant amber eye allele. (Furthermore, humans can actually have amber colored eyes.)

My parents both have blue eyes and they had me with green eyes. Green eyes can be passed on, but more often they're the result of genetic mutation, like in my case. Green eyes occur when someone has recessive blue eyes but a kind of melanin gets made in small quantities that is amber colored. The blue of the iris and amber pigment at the back of the eye mix together to make green, and that is why I'm so frikin full of myself! I love green it's my favorite color!

However, Valkyons eyes are not green, so he can't have the recessive blue eye trait. He would need to have grey eyes without the melanin. I don't know what exactly the difference between grey and blue eyes is but I googled it and here is the results:

Moreover, amber and blue are literally opposites of each other, which i assume is a metaphor for the brothers being polar opposites. Ugh, if Lance was crazy this whole time I'm pretty sure his only living family would have noticed. Unless this drastic personality change is due to trauma he's experienced after 'dieing' anyway, I assume that this might mean that it's impossible or just highly unlikely that Lance could have blue eyes. Since they both have the same combination of their fathers only recessive grey eye gene and either one of their mothers blue eye gene. Unless, of course blue eyes are dominant over grey eyes, but they're literally the same exact melanin deficiency so it's like putting two turtles in a cage and waiting for them to fight. It's not gonna happen, they're going to chill.

Anyways, I think Lance would look beautiful with grey eyes, but I probably think that because I simply dislike the color blue.

-Lance with grey eyes-

So, if Tia is carrying two recessive blue eye alleles and Khanir is carrying a recessive grey eye allele and a dominant amber eye allele then their kids would have basically no chance at having amber eyes. Most likely 3 out of 4 kids would have grayish blue eyes and 1 out of 4 would have most likely green, perhaps amber eyes.

If blue IS dominant over grey then Tia could have one grey eye allele too and their kids would have an equal chance of having blue, green, amber or grey eyes.

This option allows us to both keep Lance and Valkyon the same, so I'll choose this. But you did see how hard I had to bend my back to come to this conclusion, didn't you?

Okay, that's about eyes. Let's talk about Khanir.

Many of you may know that I'm not only a man of regular science, but also of *speculatory* science. This post should give a good example.

Anyway, what I would like to talk about today is Khanirs genome. (Im not a eugenecist we're talking about literal dragons aight?) He is obviously adapted to enduring cold environments with little sunlight. He's generally big and he has pale skin. Truly a northern man.

I would like to propose that his amber eyes are simmilar to that of Caribou deer. Caribou deer are adapted to survive long, dark arctic winters and slightly less cold summers. When there's sunlight, their eyes appear amber colored, when it's dark for a long time, their eyes turn blue. That's because their eyes change to allow more light to enter and I'm not going to pretend like I completely understand this, this is some insane science shit and I just love nature and animals aaaaaa. Anyway, that would mean that if you put Valkyon in a dark room for a few days, his eyes would adapt and turn blue as well. Nature is awesome.

The silver hair is something I've been thinking about for a lot longer because I've known about the anamoly that's the colour grey for as long as I've used paint. Grey is not a colour, it's all the colors at the same time.

Let me drop my first tidbit of information: Polar bear fur.

Trust me, polar bears are not white. They just pretend to be so the police won't shoot them. (White pigmentation cannot exist, for the record, white is the absence of color)

So I theorize that Khanir is not of a race that needs to be as pale as possible to allow for vitamin D synthesis, but he's suffering from partial albinism that causes melanin production in his skin to get yeeted out of existence (this is a mutation that creates decreased function, so it's recessive). In the arctic, it might be really cold, but the sun is still radioactive and the snow only makes it worse. He needs to have melanin in his skin to avoid sunburn.

That would mean that if Tia is also carrying this genetic defect, 25% of their offspring would be affected by it. If Tia isn't carrying it, then none of their offspring would be affected.

Grey? Grey.

Okay I don't know how to lead into this paragraph, but let's talk about the genetics of this.

Light hair is a recessive trait because it causes decreased function. Grey hair is also a decreased function because the melanin production is blocked. If the grey hair gene isn't influencing the melanin itself by decreasing it, but increasing something else that decreases melanin in the hair, then technically it could be a dominant allele and that gives their offspring a 50-100% chance of having silver hair! *high five*

This way if Tia gives them genes that increase melanin production, that would only influence their skin and eyes, since the melanin in their hair is blocked by some other thing.

(Fuck I'm playing into beemoovs hands at this point. GIVE ME WELL DESIGNED BLACK CHARACTERS OR I SWEAR I'LL DISPROVE ALL MY STATEMENTS AND YOU'LL BE BACK IN NECK DEEP SHIT!!)

So, now that we've conducted so much speculatory research, let's summarize:

Khanir is suffering from partial albinism and his offspring might be carriers

Fire dragons are supposed to be tan

A dragon without melanin is grey because of refraction.

Green eye supremacy

Silver hair COULD be a dominant trait

Valkyons eyes could turn blue but Lance's eyes will never be amber.

The brothers should probably be darker skinned, if my first point is true and in general because they're so whitewashed I didn't even know they weren't supposed to be white.

Also look at these pictures of polar bears I found:

I know I'm weird for liking gore but like.... The drama! It's so dramatic! How am I supposed to be gay and chill out at the same time?

@aide-falls @lumen-anima 😘

#valkyon #eldarya #eldarya lance #genetics #unhinged #i an a man of science #feathered dragons #dragon biology #genetic analysis

[ur-boyfiend]

Bang The Doldrums

based on this board by @snug-gyu

-> writing stuff with happy / positive (or at least , not depressing) endings but also based on this song feels so weird lol ,,, didn't read the pete wentz livejournals for nothin. maybe i'll write some proper angst for it soon ,,, summer of like kinda content <3

also it's like 01:30 here and i'm tired but like what else is new lol. gonna see if i can write a bit more before i actually head to sleep

blue skies, forget-me-nots, winding country roads. a summer so much like the last summer you spent together, you have to force yourself not to think about it.

singing along to a playlist you made at 3am when you were lonely and in love, you continue your drive to the campsite. there was no real reason to go, he had been the one to like camping after all, but you need the catharsis more than ever.

you see the familiar gated dirt road and smile sadly, used to the feeling of missing people, but no better at dealing with it than before.

you pay the fee at the small office that sits just in front of the gates, waiting for a moment afterwards as the old metal creaks open. you thank the person working the booth and continue towards the lake near the middle of the park.

people usually gravitate towards the open area surrounding the lake and the noise filling the air is just as loud as ever, you're not planning on setting up on the lakeshore but you like the water anyway.

parking in the gravel lot you turn off your car's engine and grab the messenger bag sitting on the passenger seat next to you. you double, then triple-check that your car is locked before walking down to the lake's edge and sitting on the grass.

the messenger bag previously slung over your shoulder is now slumped on the ground next to you, and you grab the worn notebook and overfilled pencil case from the main pocket, flipping to a half-finished sketch you'd started the day before.

you're quickly lost in your work, focusing on the scratching sound of your pencil on the paper and the hushing of the water in front of you. when you turn to grab a different color pencil from your bag you're surprised to see someone sitting next to you, then even more surprised when you see who it is.

you don't say anything for a moment, not entirely sure that he's real. it wouldn't be the first time you saw him when he wasn't there.

but then he smiles at you, and you think you might start crying right then and there.

"chan...?" you curse yourself for how your voice wavers, though ultimately you're a bit surprised that you can speak at all.

his smile grows a bit wider, his dimples showing through even more, "hi."

you're not sure how to respond, but before you can make up your mind he reaches up, gently brushing his hand across your cheek, "you're crying."

you hadn't noticed, reaching up to touch your face you realize he's right. you wipe at your cheeks, trying to stop the tears still slipping from your eyes.

"sorry, sorry," you can barely hear yourself speak, your voice muffled by the way you've curled in on yourself.

but apparently chan can still hear you, because he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his side.

"it's alright, you're alright. you don't need to apologize to me, remember?"

you're frozen for a moment, not expecting him to reference the promise you'd made years ago, that neither of you would apologize to each other for their emotions.

"'course, that was the first time someone told me that i could have negative emotions without having to feel bad about it." you don't mention that you thought he might've forgotten, not sure if the promise held the same importance to him as it did to you.

you feel chan go completely still for a moment, and realize belatedly that you'd never told him that before. you don't have time to regret your choice because he pulls you even closer, resting his chin on top of your head.

you relax into his touch without even thinking about it, still used to the feeling even after all the time that's passed. you push the heels of your palms into your eyes, feeling the tears drying on your face and caught in your eyelashes.

after a couple minutes of comfortable silence, you pull yourself together enough to speak again.

"i missed you."

he weaves his fingers through your hair, and you hum at the action, leaning into his hand.

"i missed you too."

there's a tinge of bitterness in the back of your throat, and you swallow hard, words briefly sticking in your throat, unwilling to taint the sweetness of the moment.

it seems like chan can tell something's changed, because his hand stills to rest on your head, and he presses a soft kiss to your scalp, mumbling an "i'm sorry" into your hair.

you shake your head slightly, refusing to let him shoulder all the blame.

"no, no i'm sorry. it was my fault too."

"i was the one who left."

"and i was the one who let you."

"still-"

you move slightly, kissing his cheek in an attempt to make him stop talking. it works, and before he can say anything else, you shake your head more firmly.

"you're not allowed to blame yourself completely, that's not fair to you. please."

he looks like he wants to say something else but after a moment he closes his mouth again and shakes his head.

"alright, alright. if you insist."

you laugh quietly, "i do."

after a brief pause he asks, "wanna set up at the same campsite?"

"yeah, yeah that'd be lovely."

chan stands up, offering you a hand. you take it and feel yourself being pulled to your feet, neither of you letting go even after you're both standing.

going back in the direction of your car, the comfortable chatter you'd missed so dearly wraps around you again, and it's like there was never any disconnect, never any time away from one another.

you'd had a last summer together, but maybe now you could have another first.

#boyfiend writes #stray kids #skz #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids x y/n #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #bang chan #bang chan x y/n #bang chan imagines #bang chan x reader #gn!reader #slight angst #sorry not sorry

[ethereousdelirious]

I'm so sick of posting these lmaaaooo honestly publishing fills consistently might be harder than actually writing the fills in the first place

Sicktember 2023 Day 26

Prompt: "I'm so sorry"

Fandom: P.okémon

Characters: L.ucian, Cy.nthia

Cynthia stretched her arm across the expanse of the mattress, frowning when nothing met her fingertips but cold, empty sheets. She blinked to full awareness and found a sea of cool blue fabric— where was Lucian?

Stretching, she sat up and looked around. Maybe he'd woken up first and gone to read on the balcony.

Wrapping herself in a knit throw blanket, Cynthia stood and ventured into the living room. On the TV, a game show aired in bright colors, the volume so low that the sound came out as a mere murmur. Lucian reclined on the couch, eyes half mast behind his glasses.

"Baby?" Cynthia said softly.

He replied with a string of coughs, answering all her unasked questions with the spasm of his chest. "Sorry," he said when he was done, leaning against the back of the couch with his eyes closed. "I woke up with a fever and I didn't want…" He trailed off with a sigh, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead. "Thought it would be better if I didn't stay."

Contagion be damned.

Cynthia stood over him and kissed his forehead, letting her lips linger on the damp, smoldering heat.

Lucian sniffled. "So much for that," he said, but with a gentle fondness buried beneath the congestion in his voice.

"Have you eaten?" Cynthia asked, pulling back. Absently, she let her hand rest on his forehead now like she could force his fever down with touch alone.

"I… haven't done much of anything, to be honest." Lucian's flush darkened, his skin heating up beneath her hand.

She smiled down at him and ruffled his hair. "That's good. You're supposed to be resting."

Leaving Lucian tucked under the throw blanket, Cynthia got busy in the kitchen. She made miso soup and coffee and arranged everything on a tray alongside a bottle of cold medicine just in case.

She found Lucian marking on a piece of paper when she returned to the living room, the irritated pink of his nose a few shades darker than it had been before.

Forgetting her self-assigned task, Cynthia stood with the tray balanced on both palms. "What's that?"

"Tallying up my winnings," Lucian said, nodding at the TV, where an old rerun of Kadrabra Kwiz was playing. "I got the Alazakam bonus t- twice—" He interrupted himself with a sneeze, jerking his head to the side with a convulsive motion that made his hair fall in his face. Sniffling, he shook away the curtain of indigo curls that had fallen into his eyes. "By my calculations, we're… Yes, filthy rich."

Cynthia set the tray down on the coffee table and sat beside Lucian so she could brush his hair back properly. He shivered a little, noticeably holding back from leaning into her. "What'll you buy, millionaire?" she asked, looking into his eyes. They both knew that either one of them had the funds to do essentially whatever they wanted, but Cynthia loved to tease.

Lucian shuddered under the gentle touch of her fingertips and pulled the blanket closer around his shoulders. "Nothing you couldn't buy for yourself."

"It means more when it's a present from you "

For a moment, the weariness disappeared from his face and he smiled warmly at her. "A villa in every region, for starters. And a swimsuit for each of them."

"What color?" she pressed, twirling one of his locks around her pointer finger.

He swept his eyes down the length of her body and she looked down at herself. Though she wore pastel sleepwear, pastel didn't really suit her. Colors like black and white were easier to style, though Lucian had admitted long ago he loved to see her in other colors, particularly red. It was clear now from the hungry look on his face that he was imagining it, though the effect was dampened by the shivering and exhaustion apparent in every line of his body. Cynthia leaned over and handed him the small bowl of miso soup.

"Red," said Lucian finally, taking it distractedly. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Ah." She hadn't thought about that. Laughing at herself, she darted to the kitchen and got herself a bowl.

In the short time that she'd been gone, Lucian seemed to have worsened. His posture had slipped a little and he shivered so hard that the broth sloshed in his untouched bowl.

Cynthia sat down again and snuggled up to him. A long time ago, she'd thought Lucian's tendency to hide and downplay his maladies was due to a strong desire to be independent, to be strong and silent. That he hated to be pitied, to be coddled.

In fact, the opposite was true. Lucian was simply stoic by nature and responded favorably to a gentle treatment. So Cynthia kissed his arm and nuzzled into the thick fabric of his hoodie like an Eevee, gazing up at him with Baby-Doll Eyes. "You'll feel better after you eat," she said. "And there's coffee so you don't get a headache."

Lucian nodded and took a sip of the broth, shifting uncomfortably between Cynthia and the armrest. "I know… I just, I—" He broke off with a shaky huff and rubbed his face with his free hand.

"I know, baby." Cynthia pulled back. Maybe she was crowding him. "Eat some of the seaweed for me and then you can have some medicine, okay?"

Lucian, for his part, was always a cooperative patient. Even now, when he clearly wasn't feeling up for much of anything, he managed to finish his miso soup. It was more than Cynthia had been expecting given his earlier reluctance.

"Do you feel any better?" she asked. He'd stopped shivering, at least."

"Not as cold," he said listlessly, looking around. "Do you know what time it is?" He ducked his head to cough into the crook of his arm, eyes up like he wasn't done talking. "I, um… We were going to go to that book signing today."

"Oh!" Cynthia had forgotten all about that. It wasn't the kind of thing she was really interested in, some meet and greet for an author Lucian liked. But it was important to him and she hadn't had plans, so she'd agreed to go. "Oh." Lucian had been so excited, too. "I'm sorry, baby." A sharp intake of breath from Lucian made her pause and she waited for him to finish sneezing before continuing, "Do you want me to go without you?"

Blinking tears out of his eyes, he raised his head to look at her. "Would you?"

"Of course I would."

#ethereous writes #sicktember 2023