#i would have loved to make even more if i had the energy (local artist discovers that making art takes time and energy)

[cidersoup]

happy valentines day!!!

here's some silly valentine cards i made for some absolutely wonderful friends in the sonic library server!!!

#my art #sonic #sth #silver the hedgehog #sticks the badger #espio the chameleon #amy rose #barry the quokka #i had such a blast making these!!! #this was my first time drawing a few of these guys (though i feel like it's obvious with some of them asdfjsnhdfasn) #i would have loved to make even more if i had the energy (local artist discovers that making art takes time and energy) #but!! if you're reading this then i hope you had a lovely valentines day!! :]

[usedpidemo]

the craziest christmas party ive ever attended...(storytime!)

God, the flu fucking sucks. Imagine being healthy for three straight years, working out as often as possible, and then the one time you get caught in the middle of a rain, the next day you begin falling ill. Headaches. Body aches. Cough. Dry throat. Completely zapped all my energy and three years of positive momentum just like that.

One week later, after several trips to the hospital, plenty of rest and medications in between, I was beginning to pick myself back up. If there was any silver lining, I lost weight during that time period because I couldn't eat anything. Even so, I still felt...off. I was forgetting things more often than usual, my clarity and awareness would disappear at random times, and it felt like my body was moving on its own. I felt like I had no control over myself.

This is practically the reason why I've kind of disappeared over the last month or so. The illness completely took me down and I've basically forgotten how to write :< Seriously, I feel like the main character in Memento, trying to pick up the pieces of what the hell happened. I'm getting better with each passing day, though, so hopefully this will all be behind me as we enter the holiday season.

Anyway, it's not often that this country gets to host an international entertainment event, let alone one of the premier Korean awards. No idea, I don't really watch these things at all. The idea of seeing so many K-pop acts and actors in one setting appealed to me. Not to mention the actual lineup? NewJeans! Le sserafim! Mother Eunbi! Itzy! Stayc! Kep1er! Kim Sejeong! Many of these acts are either making their stage debut or have returned numerous times. This was easily a must attend. Who knows when we'll get another opportunity like this, especially after the controversy and backlash surrounding the handling of the ceremony.

I got fortunate buying the tickets. To be fair, they were expensive by local concert standards; 50 USD at the very back to 450 for VIP, which is a significant punch up compared to a typical K-pop concert even solo held in the very same arena. Not to mention, the site automatically picks the tickets for you, rather than give buyers the freedom of choice to select specific seats. It also helps that the pricing turned plenty of people off, on top of previous negative experiences in that arena for other fans. Even better was when I actually entered the venue; since there were so many vacant seats during the beginning, we were moved up to the very front, right where the artists were all seated ahead of us.

Honestly. Shitty camera aside, the scenes were priceless.

I admit I mostly went for the female acts, especially my girlies Le sserafim and Eunbi, but I've learned to give so much respect and appreciate everyone who performed. Regardless of their status and popularity, nugu or main event, the crowd was electric and passionate: they would cheer, sing along to the songs, and interact with the performer when they would ask. There wasn't a dull moment all throughout the seven hour program.

Speaking of seven hours, I can see why I don't watch this shit live: it can be taxing to the mind and body. I had to get up during one of the longer awardings, one where they gave it to like 10 different artists just to stretch my legs. I respect what Wonyoung, Daniel, and Hanbin did to host, cause I'm pretty sure either way my legs would end up melting like jelly after everything that had transpired.

Man. NewJeans. Freaking NewJeans. I understand why they're so beloved and revered like they're the second coming: they truly love their fans. And holy shit, the pop from the audience when they entered the venue for the first time, and they were practically the main characters of the show. Every little thing they did was met with raucous applause. They waved at us like a dozen times all throughout the show and were having fun from beginning to end. Also, the crowd went fucking crazy for their performance. OMG into ETA is insanely hard.

AND THE AUDACITY TO FOLLOW UP NEWJEANS WITH MOTHERFUCKING LE SSERAFIM?! Best transition ever! Their set was even better than MAMA: Perfect Night (holy shit that choreo) into Eve, Psyche, and Bluebeard's Wife (holy shit that choreo). Their aura was through the roof! Unsurprisingly, they also had the crowd going nuclear.

I'm just gonna blitz through the section of favorite performances because if I had to describe them all this would be longer than any of my fics in recent times. Kim Jaejoong is a fucking legend and I was shook when he transitioned from balladeer to a goddamn rockstar. The opening with &Team and SB19 with Gento set the tone for the rest of the show. Kep1er's dance breaks. GOD. I wish it wasn't accompanied with flashing lights cause they were so fucking hot. Mother Kwon Eunbi proved why she's goddamn mother! ITZY had me singing fucking Cake of all songs. AKMU was quirky and fun and thats why I love K-pop. Also, the sibling dynamic reminded me of my rather strange and turbulent relationship with my sister. Just a random anecdote.

The ending was where shit was dialed up to eleven. I feel very lukewarm towards Stray Kids' newer releases post Back Door, but they absolutely brought the heat by opening with Maniac. Get Lit then Topline was when they brought everyone to their feet, including us the audience! And if that wasn't enough, here comes BooSeokSoon (BSS) to end the show on the perfect high. Like none of us were sitting down once it ended.

On top of all the performances, there's the interactions too. Oh man. I was hoping that Le sserafim, ITZY, Kep1er, or Eunbi—any combination of these—would be seated on our side, but we got NewJeans. And they kept interacting with us. So much. Every single member noticed me at least once and I somehow got Hanni on camera. Insanity. If that wasn't enough, NMIXX were also placed on our side, and Lily, Haewon, Bae, and Kyujin waved at us multiple times as well, including during the final goodbyes. STAYC's Yoon went around to wave to everyone in the audience during the intermission period, and after their initial entrance into the venue, Sumin and Seeun waved at us. I really wish I had my cameras on but I was so focused on capturing anyone's attention! It worked; I also got the attention of several other groups, from ZeroBaseOne to Tempest to SB19 to Sakurazaka46. They transferred Le sserafim over to our side late into the ceremony and I was hoping they would interact with us; it wasn't meant to be. I don't have any negative feelings cause I still got copiously blessed with so many other acts.

I don't know what's gonna happen moving forward. Considering the backlash and issues that have sprung in regards to the handling of the ceremony, there's a good likelihood an award show of this scale will ever be hosted again. Or maybe the energy shown by the crowd will inspire future ceremonies, like MAMA or Golden Disc. Who knows. What I do know is that everything about this felt like both a dream and a movie. To see many of my favorites, gain respect for groups I hadn't heard of till last week, and just attend an award show in general is a damn good way to end the year.

#update #storytime

[winterspiderpurrs]

Just gimme a stalker Bucky story for Peter. He’s too innocent and doesn’t notice. Just gimme it please. Saw last prompt someone wrote and it hit me like a truck and now I’m asking for me

God was he beautiful.

Bucky was currently kneeling on the fire escape, peering into the window.

His precious Peter was right there. It's been a year since he first met him. By pure chance even.

He was online , finally deciding on getting a pet cat. He found one he just knew he had to get. But he had to make the trek to Queens.

He was in the shelter finishing up his paper work for his adoption of Alpine when he walked in. He was covered in scratches and was holding a very upset cat who was currently wrapped up ina sweater.

Handing over the kitty to the older woman behind the desk.

" I found 'em in an alley. Pour thing looks starved. Our apartment doesn't allow pets, but I knew you were one of the few non kill shelters around."

The guy was just to precious. Bucky glanced down at the paperwork the guy was filling out to turn the cat over.

Peter Parker huh.

Thankfull for his photographic memory, he filed it away for later.

Once he was home, he still couldn't get the thoughts of Peter out of his head. He was able to do a quick search. He shook his head, didn't he know how to set his privacy settings on his social media apps?

His fingers hover over his instagram. The photos there were artist. Less selfy. Occasionally, some photos of friends, food, and even less of Selfies. But the ones there? The image of Peter out in a pool.

That was quite a view, but after some digging, it appears his little animal lover was smart. Talking king of nerds smart. Graduated from MIT with a doctorate this past year, currently working at Stark Industries. Photo was from when he was out at a conference.

From there, Bucky decided to start hanging around Queens a little. And if he happens to run into Peter? Who was he to say it wasn't fate.

He started showing up to different food places that have frequently showed up in the instagram photos. He created a fake page business page to be an active follower.

Spotting Peter often, never actively interacting with him. Though it was a chance that he decided to bring Alpine with him. She had too much energy sometimes, so he started taking her on long walks.

He decided to walk her in Queens. He frozen for a moment when he heard a gasp.

" Oh! Sir! Look at this pretty girl! May I pet her?"

Bucky turns to find Peter smiling brightly up at him, he nods briefly. Peter quickly kneels down and offers his hand to Alpine to sniff. Alpine then starts rubbing her head again his hand, giving a soft purr.

Peter giggles, and Bucky smiles. See? Even Alpine approved.

They started talkin about cats, how Bucky adopted Alpine and such. Then it happened.

" I wish I could get a cat. Our apartment doesn't allow pets. I tried to convince Quentin to get one and I would take care of it since I'm basically at his place all the time. But he said no "

Who the fuck was Quentin. " Quentin?"

"Oh! Thats my boyfriend" the same that was on Bucky's face fell. He didn't see an relationship status anywhere on what he found. And there weren't any typical relationship romantic photos anywhere.

They part ways not long after, but the burning heat of jealously was growing.

He still made sure to start showing up more to a local park Peter goes to. It didn't take much to convince Peter to exchange numbers. Through that he was able to do more digging online he found Quentins profile.

What a douche.

From the posts he makes to the the sleezing comments, he leaves on people's profile. He even found the guys profile on several dating apps, too.

This guy wasn't worthy of his Peter. Peter who helps old ladies who cross the street. Peter who is loving and kind to animals. Peter who helps tutor kids at the homeless shelter he volunteers at. Peter, who gives more then he takes.

Bucky feels bad as he watches Peter cry himself to sleep in his apartment. Quentin isn't worthy of the tears Peter were crying. But its for the best.

Not even 24hours ago, Bucky had followed Quentin to a club, it wasn't hard to find the guy. Currently trying to talk to a girl, who looked way to young to even be here. He made an offer of drugs, and was able to get Quentin into a dark corner of the club. He made swift jabs to the mans side. The knife glittering under the lights, it was a short blade, mainly to hurt and not kill.

He made some threats that if he didn't break up with Peter, well he would be better prepared for next time. And no one would be able to find him. He was quiet pleased with himself, as much as it hurt him, knowing he hurt Peter. It's better this way.

That way, within the next several months, he could really make Quentins life more miserable. Like how his boss will find out that Quentin was stealing work and selling it to the competition. Insider trading. Stealing ideas claiming them as his own. If he doesn't end up in prison well, Bucky is good at making problems disappear.

He pulled out his phone, making sure it was on silent before he started typing. He was avidly watching Peter as he does. He smiles as he sees Peter sit up to wipe the tears from his eyes as he responds. His heart warms as he sees the small smile that appears.

Just a few more months, the long game is how he is going to be able to win Peter over. He already purchased a property upstate, a cabin that he has started renovating, perfect for them. Would get a satellite if he needs to, to make sure Peter would work remote.

So he would never have to leave.

#thanks for the ask! #writing prompt #answered asks #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #winterspiderpurrs

[fallout-fucker]

As much as I don't wanna take away from the 50's aesthetic of Fallout, a part of me wonders if any other country did progress past that era, mostly for the music and cultural movements. Like, how do we know the UK wasn't in a 70's hippie and/or 80's punk reminiscent era?

Sometimes I get this little headcanon that a lot of the same songs and music genres that came out of like the 50's-90's, perhaps even to the 2010's, still exist in the Fallout universe. Maybe not every artist, understandably, but a few? But the reason that there's only 50's music is that at some point a few decades before the Great War, America quietly and gradually banned the majority of music genres and songs because they didn't fit into the 'Clean, good, family-friendly' American culture they wanted. Also, it was a move the government made to control the populace. Take away art and music and things that could add to the already existent tensions due to the Resource Wars and such, and there are fewer things to stir the pot. If people aren't inspired by music and its influence, then maybe they won't be influenced to make a stand. It was a way to control them and keep them peaceful. Bring in more songs about love from the 50's, and people start settling down like in the 50's. Want people to embrace nuclear energy and robots, even if they're potentially a radiation risk? Atom bomb, baby! Have a few party songs, a few innuendo-filled songs (The Wanderer, Rocket 69), and one or two slightly political ones (Anything Goes), and they still think they have a choice.

The reason there's only a few songs in the games isn't just because they're the ones that survived the bombs, it's also because they're the ones deemed acceptable by the government and the rest were already destroyed. When I do think about this stuff, I always imagine people smuggling holotapes of music into the US.

Maybe Sole had a couple pirated holotapes? Maybe they never will again and that sucks. The 'Wealth might not even know there's other music. Perhaps Daisy heard some? Perhaps they try to remind one another how a particular song went, or what the missing lyric they can't recall is. They bond over hating the limited amount of songs now compared to what it was. It was bad enough when the US government discreetly banned ABBA, but now there's nothing. If Sole has to hear one of those songs again and nothing else, they'll go storming old recording studios and illegal Pre-War clubs themselves to find other music.

What I'm saying is, I would find it funny if the US is stuck listening to the same 40 songs, whilst people in other countries could be popping everything they have to Dancing Queen or Barbie Girl.

I like the mental image of someone fighting for their life against raiders to Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, or fighting glowing rats to Toxic by Britney Spears. What if Fallout-verse Taylor Swift is like 90-something when the bombs drop, and is now roaming the Wastes as a Little Old Lady Ghoul and the locals dub her as 'Granny/Grandma Ghoul'.

/Joke/Shitpost/

#Fallout #Fallout 4 #This isn't actually a headcanon I have I just think it'd be funny #Deacon needs to just play Somebody's Watching Me when he follows Sole around #Shitpost #Enjoy

[strayfoxxchan]

Pairing: skz!Bang Chan x f!reader

Genre: Song Fic if you squint, Fluff? Comfort? Idk

Content Warning: Mention of alcohol, mention of harassment

Soundtrack: Morganite Wings - Dvii

A/N: Thanks @/thevampywolf for proofreading!

Don't you want to know what it feels like?

Being exposed in these lights

I see it in your eyes

Think that we'll be reaching for the heavens all night

So hold on to this feeling 'till it's over

Know that you won't love me when we're sober

This is all so temporary

It'll all be gone before you know it

But let's not get it twisted

I still love your faded kisses

And even if it's just for a moment, I want it

Let's make this last 'till we both feel something

There was something about a live music show on a Friday night that gave you just enough energy to make it through the weekend. The dim lights, the pulse of human bodies moving in sync, the sounds of an overjoyed audience… There was nothing like it. 

You’d made it a routine of sorts. Even if the group playing at the local club wasn’t one you knew, you still tried to get dolled up to go out. Your mental health hadn’t been the best lately; the stressors of being an adult, living on your own for the first time, and working a 9-5 in a big city weren’t as much of a dream as you had expected it would be when you left home. Doing something like this was an excellent excuse to pull yourself out of mundanity at least once a week. It was just a bonus if you did happen to know the group or artist that was playing. Tonight was one of those nights. 

Standing at the back of the venue gave you a better sense of scale: it was a small club with a smaller stage, but people were packed tightly together like sardines. The artist didn’t take up much room, armed with only a guitar and a small production setup. Despite that, the audience was rabid. You found yourself swaying side to side, half-finished drink in hand, eyes closed and taking in the vibe. 

A hand snakes around your waist, but you are here alone. Your eyes snap open, and you wheel around, pushing the stranger away from you. 

“What the fuck,” you growl at the man. He looks back at you with a  grin, reaching back to you and grabbing your wrist. He has a vice-like grip that you just can’t shake off. You struggle with him briefly before another man walks up, holding the Chesire man and pushing him off you. He’s wearing a baseball cap and a face mask, obscuring his features. 

“Get off of her,” the muscular man growls as you look on in disbelief. For a moment, you’re convinced an all-out brawl might break out. The two stare each other down, the Cheshire man starting to get in the masked man’s face. The masked man doesn’t back down, which seems enough for the Chesire man. He shoves passed the man in the mask, butting his shoulder against him as he walks away.

“Are you okay?” He says, reaching his hand towards your shoulder but stopping short. 

You came to this club to decompress, not to cause issues. Instead of answering, you head straight back to the bar. You perch on a stool, burying your head in your hands. The man follows behind you. 

“Why did you do that? I could have protected myself,” you grumble through your fingers.

“I promised I would protect STAY,” he laughs, motioning at the Wolf Chan keychain hanging from your purse. 

You drop your hands and arch an eyebrow, staring directly at him. “That’s… a weird thing to say.”

On occasion, you’d wondered if the “K-pop superhero disguise” was effective in any way, and now you knew. The longer you stared at his eyes in the dimly lit bar area of the venue, the more you recognized him. You reach up and bat the brim of his baseball cap down over his face.

“Are you crazy?!” Your eyes dart around you. “Isn’t someone going to recognize you?!”

“You didn’t,” Chan laughs momentarily, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Protect STAY,” you scoff, rubbing your face. 

“Y’gonna thank me?” His eyes gleam, and he’s smiling under his N95. 

“Thank you, Christopher. You are relieved of your protective duties,” you wave your hand back at the crowd. “Enjoy the show.” You were too shocked to process what was happening. 

He sits down on the barstool beside you. “So… you come here often?”

“Oh, we’re doing that?” You can feel yourself flushing. Thankfully, the lighting is awful, and you’re optimistic he can’t see it. You down the rest of your drink for courage before shoving it away. “Why yes, yes I do.” You give a mock-flirtatious flick of your hair. 

“Wait, do you really?” He laughs. “How often?”

“Every Friday,”

“You know that much music?!” He looks aghast (you think). 

“Not even a little bit.”

“Then why?” There’s a sparkle in his eye that you can’t quite decipher. He rests an elbow on the bar and rests his chin on his hand.

“I just… like the atmosphere, I guess. When you’re feeling less than alive, sometimes the beat of the bass and the crowd's pulse moving in sync is just the right medicine.” You look away wistfully for a moment. “But I do love this guy,” you motion at the stage. 

He holds a hand out towards you. “Dance with me?”

“Dance with you?” Your eyes widen. 

“Thank you isn’t enough. Dance with me,” Chan says, a touch more forcefully, still grinning. 

“I can’t dance,” you stare at him, taking his hand and sliding off the barstool. The lightness in your head from the alcohol was making you brave. 

The two of you have danced for ages. Chan dances with you as if no one is watching and forgets everything around you. You forget that you can’t dance. For a moment, you’re the only two in this club. 

You stand on your toes and let your lips touch his mask; it’s more of a smile than a kiss. “On behalf of STAY,” you say, loud enough for him to hear over the music. 

It shocks him enough to stop dancing briefly. Then, emboldened by your courage, he pulls you close and slides his mask down his chin. 

“On behalf of me,” he smiles, dimples on display before kissing you. 

#bang chan #chris bang #bang chan scenarios #bang chan x reader #christopher bang #bang chris #christopher bahng #skz scenarios #skz #stray foxx #stray kids imagines #stray kids #fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #skz bang chan #stray kids bang chan

[rhapsodynew]

The Beatles

Great Essence (part 2)

#book "Balloon. Aeronauts and artifacts - Boris Grebenshchikov"

For the rest of their lives, each of them gave the impression of a man who flew too close to the stars and returned to earth burned – but saw something that people had never seen.

And we all listened to them from afar, in different parts of the World – as if we were looking at the receding lights of a flying saucer.

We felt that someone was saying goodbye to us. How they sang themselves (most likely, having no idea why such words were chosen):

"Once upon a time there was a way to return home..."

The end has come.

And at the end of the very last song they recorded for their most recent album, they summed it up:

And in the end, the Love you accept is equal to the love you create.

That's such a fairy tale. But this tale is not sad at all.

This has become part of the genetic code of humanity and remains with us. Their music has changed life on earth. And since then, the doors have been reopened, and to enter them, you only need to want to.

And – "I do not know why you say goodbye, I say hello."

Beatles after the Beatles.

When the Beatles ceased to exist as a united front in 1969, the nations held their breath, waiting to see what the artists would do now, left alone. Yes, the Beatles were significantly more than the sum of the parts, and – being the voice of nature and time – they promptly left. They left together with the magic ray that shed its light on Great Britain in the 60s. As Philip Larkin said

(Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985) – British poet, writer and jazz critic.)

"When you get to the top, there's nowhere to go from there except down. But the Beatles couldn't go down."

The magical long-haired kings of the Golden Age became four ordinary people. But the magic of their music has not disappeared.

After the breakup of the band in 1969, all four of its members quickly released an album each. Most of all, George Harrison surprised critics – when he was a Beatles guitarist, he always remained a little in the shadows; Lennon and McCartney considered him to be the youngest, did not treat him very seriously and reluctantly put his songs on albums. Having become independent, George turned around with all his might and right in 1969 released as much as a triple album "All Things Must Pass". It has been three years since he became deeply immersed in Indian philosophy, and, being free from the Beatles, he suddenly bloomed like a rose on which the rays of the sun fell. And he began to broadcast this solar energy to all of us.

And his colleagues began to get what they lacked in terms of employment during their service in the long–suffering team.

John Lennon (who, in fact, once founded this band, and then broke it up) Back in 1968, at the London exhibition, he met the Japanese avant-garde artist Yoko Ono, and she taught him the mind. He suddenly realized that besides the Beatles, there are other values in the world, and another art, there is something else, and he went all out, because he never did anything by halves.

Having recorded together with Yoko several sound collages that were not too popular with the people, he assembled a virtual plastic ono Band and recorded a simple and strong album "John Lennon – Plastic Ono Tape".

The song is beautiful. But there are problems with There were a lot of John and Yoko, because the young couple was so desperate to make themselves known that there wasn't a week that they didn't get on the pages of the newspapers with some kind of prank. And very soon the British press hounded them so that they moved to New York. But even there they began to actively participate in all local guerrilla gatherings and were quickly taken under surveillance by local state security agencies. John was locked up in America – if he had left there even for a day, they would not have let him back in.

Well and Paul McCartney, accused by the world of all sins, including the collapse of the Beatles (although he was the one who tried his best to keep the band afloat), around the same time met the girl of his dreams – photographer Linda Eastman.

As opposed to He did not seek to arrange constant happenings with John and Yoko – on the contrary, he even grew a beard in order to walk the streets unnoticed. Linda did not strive for fame either, she offered her fragile shoulder to him and offered to go to the village.

The Maharishi and George

In the village, Paul, furnished with all the instruments (after all, at first he was the lead guitarist of the Beatles, Ringo always resented him for the fact that Paul taught him how to play the drums, he could play the piano since childhood, and as for playing the bass, Jimi Hendrix sincerely called him the best bass player in rock and roll), so: Paul single-handedly recorded an album with the original name "McCartney", praising what he always It was best to sing the praises of home warmth, peace and comfort.

We must give Paul his due: he has talent (as well as John) did not decrease. And although he undoubtedly became much more pop without the help of old friends, from time to time he managed to write masterpieces.

The continuation of the fairy tale follows.....

Part 1📌

#sold out #Beatlemania #book “Balloon. Aeronauts and artifacts - Boris Grebenshchikov” #the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #george harrison #liverpool #england #music story #history music #rock #pop #beat #psychedelia #music #my music #music love #musica #rock music #spotify #my spotify #rock photography #hustory photography #Part 1-2📌

[jaecrivaine]

NCT AS TYPES OF PEOPLE

Hello again! Time for more NCT as types of people!

Fluffy as hell- Father!Jeno X fem!reader

CW: None that I can think of!

Jeno: The artist who ends up coloring your world

It started when he was a kid, his parents and relatives buying him crayons and finger paints and letting him express himself in the one way that he seemed to never get tired of. 

Jeno was a pretty quiet and well-behaved kid, but of course, every child can get to be a handful sometimes. It was at those times that his parents were thankful for his affinity towards art. He was content sitting there all afternoon with nothing but a miniature easel and his paints.

Most kids grow out of their ‘arts and crafts’ phase, but for Jeno, that phase stayed with him well into elementary, high school, and even up until you met him during his second year of college. You loved watching him paint, sketch, and even try his hand at digital media. Like many others, you admired Jeno’s eye for art. Visual art was never your strong point, however, he often set himself up in a corner of your small dorm room to listen to you creating music.

“Your music gives me inspiration,” he’d tell you quietly. 

As things often go during college, you and Jeno grew apart as classes went on. You both found yourselves busier with work and harder classes but still kept in touch. Even so, your life felt dull without Jeno. There was no one to enjoy your music-making process with, no one to come and let you watch them get lost in their passion, no one for late-night attempts at studying and midnight trips to the 24-hour convenience store. You were missing some excitement in your life, some color. 

Both you and Jeno graduated and found jobs, but still managed to stay in touch. Finally settling into your daily routines, you started to see each other again. At first, it was just once or twice a month, him coming over to listen to your newest music, you going to see his new work at the local art gallery. Soon enough, it turned into an almost daily thing, meeting for coffee or getting dinner. You couldn’t help but fall for him all over again, but you were lucky enough to have him feeling the same way for you. 

So you couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down your cheeks as the man you had fallen in love with was looking up at you, with that wide smile that you loved, as he asked you to marry him. It was a beautiful wedding, outdoors and set in the spring so that the whole ceremony was surrounded by blossoming trees and nice breezes. Just when you thought you couldn’t fall any harder for the artist, you both became parents of twin boys. 

One of your boys, you quickly found, was a ball of energy that never seemed to dissipate. He always tired both of you out, you could never leave him alone for any amount of time or he would get himself into trouble. 

The other, however, was the spitting image of his father. A bright, wide smile that reached his big brown eyes, and hands that seemed to gravitate towards the art that your husband always had lying around. So, when he was big enough to stand on his own, you gave him his own little easel and fingerpaints. For hours at a time, you could watch him experiment with the color, that wide smile never leaving his face. 

And you would always turn to find your husband sporting that same smile. The smile that gave light to your life, on the artist that colored your world. 

#nct scenarios #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct dream #nct imagine #nct jeno #jeno x reader #nct jeno x yn #nct dream imagine #nct dream scenario

[sequinsmile-x]

Painite

Painite: an incredibly rare gemstone of exceptional value. It symbolises spiritual, emotional, and physical healing

It was a close call. Too close. 

-x-

I can't quite believe I am writing this, but this fic offically makes my word count on Ao3 over 1 million words. 1 million words of Hotchniss!!

It's actually my 2 year writing anniversary next week, so I'll do the soppy "you guys have changed my life and I love you all" post then, but I just wanted to say THANK YOU. For every comment, reblog, kudos, like. It means so so much, and I am forever grateful I found this little corner of the internet <3

So this is kind of like a thank you present for all of you. I hope you enjoy this, I think it's...pretty classic me!

-x-

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: brief mentions of hospitalisation/injury

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

It was a close call. Too close.

It’s all she can think as she sits on a hospital gurney, waiting for her discharge papers, an ache in her arm where her skin had been stitched back together, the stark white bandage itching at her wrist.

The explosion had torn through the abandoned factory before they could predict it, and the unsub, who had been killed in the blast, was far more devolved than they had anticipated. Aaron had partnered them together for this case, something that hadn’t phased her until they were both trapped in a burning building, injured, with the rest of the team outside.

They were lucky that their injuries were minimal. A gash on her arm that had required a visit to the hospital, the EMTs unable to fix it themselves, a slight concussion and a twisted ankle. Aaron had a cut to his forehead that a simple bandage had been enough for and a blow to the chest that had left behind a bruise but, by some miracle, hadn’t cracked any ribs.

He’d already been discharged and was trying to find a nurse to rush the process through for her, able to pick up on her nervous energy as effortlessly as he always had. All she wanted was to get home, hug her kids and sleep in her own bed, something that hadn’t happened in a few days due to the urgency of the case, even though it was a local one.

The feeling in her chest she’d had since they got themselves out of the factory tightens, her lungs constricted as something she refused to call panic fills them. She’d always prided herself on her ability to compartmentalize, especially after a close call. She’d always been the first between her and Aaron to try to make light of a situation, to comment they’d both survived worse as she got the Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet to deal with a minor injury. Something that was often a by-product of their jobs. But she can’t bring herself to joke about it this time, the mere thought of it enough to make her stomach turn, bitter nausea climbing up her throat that she had to swallow down.

It was close. They both could have died. And where would that have left their children?

“Good news sweetheart,” Aaron says as he approaches the gurney she’s sitting on, a reassuring smile she can see right through on his face, “I can break you out of here.” She flashes him a tight smile and stands up, unable to cover her wince as her weight settles through her sore ankle. She’d switched to her sneakers at the behest of her husband, her usual heeled boots snuck away in her go-bag that he’d already taken from her. He clearly spots it, never one to miss anything about her since she came back from Paris, and he steps towards her, his hands twitching as he hesitates to reach out for her. “Do you need help?”

She hated being coddled, something he knew well. It was a fine line walked well, like a high-wire artist who was the best in his field. It always reminded her of when she was in labour with their daughter. Isla took her sweet time coming into the world, and Emily had struggled, the long labour tearing down all of her barriers, leaving her defenceless. Aaron had become them for her. He was the only person she’d ever trust to do it, and she still smiled even now, 18 months later, when she thought of him fighting off the team and her mother who had all tried to visit when she was still in the hospital, vulnerable and in pain, asking them to leave for her because she didn’t have the energy to do it herself.

She doesn’t miss the tight way he was holding himself, the tension in his shoulders as he stood before her, so she nods, knowing he needed this, to look after her, probably more than she needed it herself.

Aaron wraps his arm around her, his hand at her waist, and she leans into his side, returning the favour as her hand lands on his hip. They walk together towards the waiting area where she knew the team were. She smiles at them as they come into view, their relief palpable as they come into view.

They all stand up, asking questions over each other, and Aaron holds up a hand, his ability to control a space unparalleled, even with a white bandage on his forehead.

“We’re ok,” he says, his hand squeezing at her waist in silent support, a sign that he knew he wasn’t entirely telling the truth, “We’re just going to head home.”

“Why don’t we go for a drink?” Penelope suggests, a hopeful smile on her face, “I think we all deserve it after this one.”

The idea makes Emily’s chest tighter again, every minute she spent away from home threatening to choke her at this point, but she smiles instead, shaking her head slightly at her friend.

“Not this time, Pen,” she replies, grateful that her voice remains even, that it doesn’t shake, “I kind of just want to get home.”

“But,” Pen is cut off by an elbow to her ribs, JJ standing next to her and giving her a sharp look as their eyes meet, “Fair enough,” Penelope says, correcting herself as she smiles at the couple in front of her, “Give my gorgeous niece and nephew a hug from their Aunt Penny.”

Emily smiles genuinely this time, exchanging a brief, but grateful, smile with JJ too, before they say goodbye to the team, promising to check in the following day as they walk past them.

She sighs as she settles into their car, and Aaron does the same, his head briefly resting on the headrest as he looks over at his wife. She was purposely looking out of the window, her thumbnail in between her teeth. He reaches over and squeezes her knee, and she looks at him, smiles at him in a way that she can no longer hide the shake from, and he returns it.

“Come on sweetheart,” he says, squeezing her knee again before withdrawing his hand and starting the engine of the car, “Let's go home.”

It was a close call, and he wondered how many of them they had left.

___

Aaron is grateful that Isla is too young to understand, that she doesn’t think much of the bandages both of her parents have on them. Her reaction a quick frown that Emily always said was all him, and a kiss to each of their foreheads to fix their injuries, something Emily always did for her and for Jack.

Jack, however, does understand. Withdrawing into himself throughout the evening as he watches his parents wince at certain movements until he asks to go to bed. They let him go without comment, knowing he was exactly like his father, that he needed to work over things in his head by himself before he discussed them.

Emily groans as she stands from the couch, Isla babbling at her in sentences only they really understood, her fists tight in her mother’s shirt. Emily had barely let Isla go since they’d got home, even eating a couple of slices of the pizza they’d ordered for dinner with the toddler in her lap. Jack had stayed close to Emily too until he’d gone up to his room, something about her presence as comforting to Aaron’s children as it was to him.

“I’m going to try and get her down,” Emily says, her eyes tired as they meet his. Isla rests her head on her shoulder, rubbing her eyes as she always did when she was tired. “Would you go check on Jack?” She asks, casting a glance up the stairs, “And then maybe we could go to bed.”

Aaron nods, closing the gap between them as he leans forward to kiss her cheek, “Meet you in our room?” he asks, and she nods in response. He turns his attention to Isla, cupping the back of his daughter's head as he kisses her forehead, “Goodnight, princess.”

“Come on sweet girl,” Emily says as she walks past him, her lips against their daughter’s skin, “Let’s get you to sleep.”

“Mama’s bed?” Isla asks when she’s halfway up the stairs, and Emily holds her closer, pulling the toddler further up her hip, ignoring the ache in her arm.

“Ok, baby, Mama’s bed.”

Aaron takes a moment to himself before he heads upstairs, the weight of the day settling on his shoulders, making them heavy. He sees the light under his son’s door, indicating he was still awake, and he knocks, waiting before Jack speaks before walking in.

“Hey buddy,” Aaron says, smiling at his son as he walks across the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, “How are you doing?”

Jack looks at him, placing his handheld game down on the bed, the 9-year-old looking down at the covers over his lap.

“I’m fine,” he answers too quickly, in a way that was so Emily it makes Aaron smile.

“Jack-”

“You both got hurt,” he says, cutting over Aaron’s follow-up question, “And Mom is sad.”

Even though it had been close to a year since Jack started calling Emily ‘Mom,’ it still warmed something inside Aaron’s chest, making love spread through him in a way he would have once thought was impossible. He knew it was the same for Emily. She’d always been careful to not overstep, to not make it seem like she was taking Haley’s place, but she was Jack’s mother. She loved him, cared for him, in the exact same way she did for Isla, and Aaron still remembered the awed look on her face when Jack nervously asked her if he could start calling her mom.

Aaron wasn’t sure what he believed in, his catholic upbringing leaving him with a complicated opinion on life after death, but he knew if there was something, whatever it was, Haley was happy for them. His promise to raise Jack in a loving home fulfilled beyond what he thought would be possible as he listened to the first woman he had loved say her last words.

“She’s just tired, Jack, she’s ok,” Aaron says, purposely playing down the emotions he had seen thrumming through his wife all evening, her body practically vibrating with it. Jack might be mature for his age, an unfortunate side effect of what he’d experienced so young, but they still tried to protect him where they could, “We’re both ok.”

Jack still frowns, “Are you sure?”

“I promise,” Aaron says, opening his arms up for a hug that he gratefully returns, “Now try and get some sleep, ok buddy?” he says, kissing the top of his son’s head as he pulls back, smiling at him as their eyes meet, “I’m sure I can talk Mom into going out for breakfast tomorrow.”

Jack rolls his eyes at her, another thing he’d picked up from Emily, and lays down in his bed, “Dad, she’ll talk you into it.”

Aaron laughs, the sound pulling at his sore ribs, and he knows he can’t argue with that, and he nods at his son. He says goodnight, kissing Jack’s forehead again, and gently closes the door behind him.

Aaron walks past the nursery, knowing he won’t find either his wife or his daughter in there, and straight into the master bedroom. He finds Emily pacing the room with Isla fast asleep in her arms. Usually, the sight of it would make him smile. How Isla had her head on her mother’s shoulder, her wild hair blending into Emily’s. The little girl had been born with a head full of it, enough that the midwife had jokingly said it explained Emily’s heartburn. It was the exact same shade that had always somehow amplified his wife’s beauty, one of the many things she had passed on to their daughter.

On a normal day, or as normal as things got in the Hotchner household, he’d stand back and watch as his wife would walk around with their little girl with ease. The feeling of love, and home flowing off of them as Emily spoke to Isla in English and French, determined their daughter would be bi-lingual from the start, her lips against the toddler's forehead as she drifted to sleep. But there's a tension this time that he cannot ignore. A stiffness to Emily’s posture that he knows is only partially to do with her injury to her ankle, desperation to how she rubs circles on their already sleeping daughter’s back, something that was more about soothing her now than Isla.

His eyes drift to the bandage on Emily’s arm, and he knows it must be hurting her to hold Isla like this, so he walks towards them, his arms already outstretched.

“I can take her, sweetheart,” he says, not missing how Emily holds the little girl even tighter, “You get ready for bed.”

“It’s fine,” Emily says, her voice tight, “I’ve got her.”

“Em-”

“I said I’ve got her,” Emily snaps, immediately closing her eyes and breathing out deeply through her nose, shaking her head at herself before she reopens her eyes to look at him, “Please, Aaron. I…”

She drifts off, unsure of what to say, how to explain the turmoil she was feeling. Aaron simply nods at her, endlessly understanding in a way she hates in this moment, wanting nothing more than for him to take the bait, to argue with her so she can feel something other than the grief her lungs were stuffed full with.

“Ok,” he says, his hand on Emily’s lower back, guiding her towards the bed, “At least sit down for me though.”

Emily nods, following his lead and walks the short distance to the bed. She sits down, grateful when Isla stays asleep and simply cuddles in further to her. She can’t help but kiss her daughter’s head, taking in the scent of her hair, breathing her in to try and stop herself from playing the day over and over in her head again.

Aaron waits her out, his hand still on his wife’s back, running his hand up and down her spine, his palm warm through her thin shirt. He isn’t sure how much time has passed when she speaks, the only sound in the room is their daughter’s soft breathing, a sound close to a snore Emily refused to admit Isla had picked up from her.

“We both could have died today,” Emily says softly, her voice almost emotionless, she looks at him, her eyes shining as she stops him from trying to comfort her, “And don’t say we couldn’t have, we both know how close it was.”

Aaron nods at her, pulling her even closer, careful not to disturb the toddler still fast asleep in her mother’s arms.

“It wasn’t the first time, sweetheart,” He says, knowing it wasn’t helpful, or comforting, but simply the truth. They’d had more close calls than most people had, and he knew he wasn’t alone in wondering when that luck would run out.

“I…think it should be the last time,” she replies, and he freezes, shifting to put some space between them so he can look at her properly.

“Em-”

“All I could think about when we got out was that if we’d died…” her voice cracks and she shakes her head at herself, “If we had the kids wouldn’t have any parents anymore,” her lower lip trembles, and he thinks she’s never been more herself. Thinking about her own mortality through the lens of someone else, the impact on their children her biggest concern, “They’d be loved, I know that,” she says, looking down at Isla, kissing her dark hair, “The team and Jess and, fuck, even my mother would make sure that they were loved. But they wouldn’t have us. And I don’t think we can continue to put that at risk.”

“You think one of us should quit?” He asks, not surprised by her suggestion. It was something they’d talked about when she was pregnant, and when Isla was a newborn, but only ever in hypotheticals. Something they would do one day when the time was right.

Aaron agreed with his wife, that the time may have come.

Emily nods, “Or just find something else. I don’t think either of us is capable of just…sitting around,” she says, a small smile forming on her face, “But maybe something with a team that doesn’t go out in the field, or teaching at the academy,” her smile turns sad, “Maybe I could finally get that desk job my official files say I had before the BAU.”

“You’d be bored,” he says, reaching out to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, “I could move on from the BAU, I don’t think anyone could say I haven’t done my time.”

She turns her head to kiss his palm, “Maybe,” she says, biting her lower lip, “Whatever we decide will be difficult, the team won’t like it,” she laughs humourlessly, “But we have to do what’s right for us, for our family,” her smile slips away, “Jack barely remembers Haley, Aaron, and he was four when she died-”

“Em-”

“And I’m not saying that to be cruel, baby,” she says quickly, her eyes searching his, “But it’s true. He remembers tiny bits and pieces, but most of what he knows is what you’ve told him. He didn’t deserve to lose her, and he wouldn’t deserve to lose us,” a tear finally escapes her lashline, and he wipes it away, “And Isla is so much younger, she wouldn’t remember us at all.”

Aaron closes his eyes and nods. She was right, and he didn’t want to argue with her, there was no need to when they were on the same page about this.

“We’ll figure it out, sweetheart,” he promises, leaning his forehead briefly against hers, “But not now,” he pulls back and smiles reassuringly at her, “Right now we’ll get this one to bed,” he says, his hand over Emily’s on Isla’s back, “Then go to bed ourselves, and we’ll revisit the rest in the morning. Figure out where we go from here.”

Emily nods, “Ok,” she says, the tightness in her chest easing for the first time since they’d stepped out of the factory, “Let's do that,” she looks down at Isla before looking back at her husband, “Can she stay in here tonight?”

Aaron smiles at the pair of them and playfully rolls his eyes. They’d been almost inseparable since Isla’s birth, and it meant getting the toddler to sleep in her own room was tricky at times. He knew the moment they transitioned her to a normal bed they’d wake up to find her in their bed with them, the bars of her crib no longer keeping her in place. He can’t deny Emily anything, he never had been able to.

“Just tonight,” he says, and he knows he’s made the right call when Emily beams at him.

___

Emily groans as she wakes up, a hand at her shoulder shaking her awake the only light in the room filtering in from the slightly open bedroom door. She barely has the chance to think about how she was sure she’d closed it, when she hears her son, his voice shaking as he gets her attention.

“Mom?”

“Jack?” She says, flicking on the lamp on her nightstand, her heart clenching as she looks at him. His pyjamas were askew, and his hair a mess, tears in his eyes and on his cheeks, “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

He sniffs, wiping at his cheek with the sleeve of his pyjama shirt, “I had a nightmare.”

Emily sighs sadly, knowing it wasn’t a coincidence that he’d had a nightmare tonight, that it was likely fueled by what he understood of their jobs, what the injuries they had come home with meant.

“Oh Jack,” she says, sitting up a little and reaching out for him, “Want to sleep in here with us?”

He nods enthusiastically, and she casts a glance behind her, the sight of Isla fast asleep on Aaron’s chest, his hand securing her in place even in his slumber, enough to make her smile. She shifts back to them, her back pressing up against Aaron’s side, leaving enough room for Jack to slide in under the covers. He curls into her embrace, his fists tight in the back of her t-shirt, and she kisses his forehead. She wonders what he’s seen, what his subconscious had taunted him with, mixing the reality of what he had experienced when he was smaller with what he now understood.

“You’re ok, sweet boy,” she says, rubbing her hand up and down his back, “I’m right here.”

She feels as he relaxes in her arms, sleep slowly overtaking him again as the safety of her embrace washes over him.

“Love you, Momma,” he mutters, his words slurring together as he gives into the pull of sleep, and it makes tears press at the back of her eyes.

“I love you too, Jack,” she replies, even though he’s asleep.

Emily closes her eyes and lets herself feel the warmth of her family around her. Her son in her arms, her husband pressed up against her back. Her little girl's soft snores filling the room.

Things were about to change, they had to, and she knew she and Aaron had some difficult conversations ahead. But it was worth it, to protect this - the most precious thing she’d ever had.

-x-

Heres to the next million <3

-x-

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[kissthesun-gvf]

Witchy Woman

INTRO: @bluevelvetgvf posted a thought about Jake having a witchy gf and it was a perfect prompt to get me back into writing a little! I hope you like it :)

Warnings: nothing explicit, mention of periods but that's it

It was nearly 10 PM when you heard the alarm system beep, letting you know that Jake was home from a night with his brothers. You were all set up on the back porch: market lights twinkling overhead, incense and candles burning, your crystals and moon-water charging, and a tarot spread in front of you as you meditated in the light of the full moon. 

The sliding glass door behind you prompted you to open your eyes and deeply inhale. “Hey, darlin’, I don’t mean to interrupt what you’ve got goin’ here, but I thought I’d let you know that I’m home,” Jake came up behind you and slid his hands over your shoulders and down your arms. 

“Hey, you,” you mumbled back, still a little cloudy in your calmness.

“What kind of work do you have going on tonight?” He asked, pulling up a chair next to you.

“Recharging crystals and moonwater for the plants, and some tarot and journaling.

He looked around at all the items you had placed across the table and grinned.

“What’s that look for?” You asked. You knew Jake would never judge you for your interests, he had listened in on many conversations between you and his twin regarding your practices and followed you through many little stores you had found during your travels.

“I just love that you’re so passionate about this, and that it makes you happy,” he grinned. 

You leaned back in your chair as your speaker started playing one of your favorite songs. This was something you loved; your “witchy” practices helped you feel more connected to the world around you and grounded in your energy. And the chances you got to travel with Jake only gave you more opportunities to learn about what was out there.

Jake caught you lost in your thoughts and reached over to lay a hand on your thigh. “Tell me about this… Josh said it’s a full moon ceremony? Why do you do it?”

You smiled immediately and went into great detail about the purpose of each item on the table in front of you. Moon ceremonies were your favorite practices, but you had never explicitly told Jake why. You had always felt very connected to the moon and her power. And that only grew when you met Jake… the dichotomy of him and Josh was obvious: his twin, the sun, and him, the moon. Your moon.

You got to telling him about meditating, which he was more than familiar with. But it was a very individual practice… what you did in your heart and mind was different from Jake, or Josh, or anyone. “What do you think about when you’re out here? What’s going on in that mind of yours?” Jake near-whispered, taking your hand in his. 

You looked up to the sky at the full moon and smiled. “I talk to her,” you stated simply. “Oh yeah? And what do you tell her about?”

It made your heart swell to have Jake show so much interest into such a big part of your life. Since being with him, your life was largely his band and his music. And you loved that, of course, but it was always special to be able to focus on yourself.

“I set intentions for the month and talk about my tarot reading, usually,” you glanced over at the cards that you had pulled before Jake had gotten home.

He turned to face them, too, and studied them for a moment. “What do these ones mean?”

You leaned in and picked them up one by one, explaining the symbolism of each card. As you got to the last one, he picked it up instead. “This one I know, of course,” Jake said proudly. The card was The Empress: the same one as the art piece you had hanging in the house, the one Jake had commissioned from a local artist for your birthday the year prior. “Yes you do, honey,” you grinned as he handed the card back to you. “Divine feminine energy. Even more powerful during the full moon, my ruling planet, and because she decided to grace me with my period this morning…”

Jake pouted back at you, knowing the next few days would likely be uncomfortable for you; he was always extremely attentive to you, but was somehow even more during that week of each month. “I’m sorry, angel,” he stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“I’ll let you finish up here, don’t rush.” He made his way over to the door and stopped to turn to you. “I’ll be in the room if you feel like using any of that divine feminine energy,” he smirked before leaving you for the house.

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[dymdrimluga]

Lovely Monsters

Winter is coming. Even now, in the middle of summer, I am already thinking about how to survive it. And at this time I remember the vampire jam in which I participated. And here is the game that our team made

https://itch.io/jam/vtm/rate/1815268

You can download and play if you have time. 

I made backgrounds in this game. I believe that I could have done them better, but I did not have the necessary experience, and I wanted to do them as accurately as possible, so that the important places were recognizable. I used Blender for the base, then I did a lot of finishing with my hands. Next time, if there is a next time, I would like to do everything in a completely different style. Another artist drew characters.

Our team could only coordinate over the Internet. Part of the team was in Poland, far from home. Part of it was in Ukraine. I was in Ukraine at that time, I returned when the Russian invaders were repelled away from Kyiv. The city became generally safe, but the Russians started hitting the energy system with missiles, which caused blackouts lasting many hours. Sometimes there was no electricity for several days, but just in time for the jam, more or less stable schedules were established, and I had to not only remember a program that I had not used for a long time, but also manage to do it in 2-4 hours a day when the electricity was still there, and a little while the laptop slill worked.

The artist who drew the characters also had problems with the electricity. I like the characters, they are very interesting.

Even though I was part of the team, I didn't know exactly what the game was going to be about, so I have experience as both a developer and a player not quite knowing what to expect. In the dialogues, many topics from the history of Ukraine are revealed, some of them are actually very inspiring for further thinking, of course, if you know what they are talking about. 

I wonder how all this is perceived by players from other countries? We were a little disappointed because this is a global game jam, albeit on a specific topic, and while games on local Ukrainian jams always get attention and comments, here we got almost nothing. I have to admit, our local jams really attract more attention, and have a slightly better organization and a more cohesive community. I am very sorry that because of the language barrier, few people from other countries can play the best games from our jams. And it's sad to imagine how much I lose, since I don't know many foreign languages.

I still like comics more than visual novels.  But regardless, I would like to participate in the next vampire jam, if it ever happens, and if everyone on our team wants to participate in it in the future. Not because I'm expecting any prizes (prizes in jams usually make me laugh), or even attention, I just really like to draw something on the theme of vampires of the World of Darkness.  I just hope that I will still have internet, at least my iPad (a very good thing during blackouts!), and be able to pay the rent)))

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[threadsun]

THE 🧸 TEDDY BEAR 🧸 IS HERE TO INFODUMP THE DoL PCs!!! I have four main ones for different playstyles/romancing our four favourite beans; in order of most to least likely to make friends with Izzy we have Zoe, Max, Faith and Natalie. I also cheat the stats around because I am a weenie and don't want them to get hurt outside of my control lmao call that CNC

Zoe is my transfem black-and-purple-aesthetic babygirl and local Whitney slut. She's kind of a reactive bully, Whitney's a bad influence on her, but she has a soft spot for the fellow orphans and will generally redirect her 'boyfriend's ire away from them where she can. While they started dating with him at high dom, over time and Drama I figured he'd soften up a little (touch-starved, affection-deprived bully finds love, gets clingy). They have tattoos of each other's names, they have matching collars (Whitney's is spiky), and they absolutely fuck nasty on Leighton's desk while he takes photos. You'd think Whitney's forcefem kink would be wasted on a gf who's already transfem, but she plays along and wears a lil chastity cage and everything. She'd be the most likely to be friends with Izzy, both being cheer-outfit transfems who are too busy flirting to study properly. T4T makeouts ensue, Whitney can watch idc lmao

Max is a big fuckin boy, just a beefy big wolfman badboy with a heart of gold. Real German Shepherd energy. He works really hard at the docks and comes home late, so his grades aren't the best, but he's no delinquent. He shows up to every class, just kinda… daydreams through them. He's very protective of Robin and takes on their debt after saving them at the docks (with the help of his coworkers), becoming their personal guard dog. He also sticks up for Robin when they come out as genderfluid (NB!Robin from the crossdressing scenes gives me so much joy!) Would probably make friends with Izzy since she's nice, but he's very much Robin-sexual so they'd just be broskis.

Faith is my poor innocent baby who did no wrong and has the most, uh, non-mechanics-compliant story shiz. She and Sydney were all sweet and cute lil hetero-romantic celibate temple initiates holding hands and being innocent… until she had her halo broken and her wings blackened in the very temple she thought she'd be safe in. Sydney and Sirris took her home, and none of them ever went back to the temple again gdi LET ME RESCUE SYDNEY FROM THAT PLACE! They both end up disillusioned by the whole scenario and fall to corruption and demonhood pretty easily (demon!Sydney my beloved), but they're happy now and fucking in the change room as we speak. Faith probably wouldn't have been very good friends with Izzy before she fell, but afterwards? As long as Sydney's involved, the more the merrier! She's got three holes.

Finally, Natalie, poor dear Natalie… She's my Kylarmance. She used to be a really popular kid, a bit of a delinquent thanks to having a short temper about being harassed and groped all the time. But it was nice to have a friend who seemed genuinely interested in talking to her, even if people thought he was a creep. Sure, he had a shrine to her in his locker, but that was… kinda sweet? He hadn't hurt her or touched her or called her horrible things like most guys she knew. He was endearing, and such a talented artist, and she cuddled up to that owl plushie he gave her every night. So when Whitney threatened to lie about her if she wouldn't fuck him, she rejected him. She'd be able to tell Kylar it was a lie, right? That she didn't sleep around, she was waiting for Kyl- for the right person, you know? Well… a mild kidnapping later, he proved that she was telling the truth by taking her virginity himself, and slowly molding her into his ideal goth gf. They're totally 'married' now, trust me! And sure, she's become a total social outcast and basically never speaks to anyone else, she'd never really have the opportunity to make friends with Izzy, but she's HAPPY now. She has KYLAR. That's all she's ever needed.

(sorry this wound up so long I fuckin love this game I am kissing you on the mouth aaaAAAA 🧸💋🌞)

SHAKING HANDS WITH YOU SO HARD OVER PLAYING WITH CHEATS!!!!! Look, sometimes you get stuck in an infinite assault loop and you really just gotta teleport yourself home 😔 Also sometimes you wanna lose your handholding virginity to literally anyone other than someone's pet dog who you taught to shake paws.

Whitney would absolutely love to watch Zoe and Izzy go at it and he's valid!! These ladies deserve some hot t4t action >:3c

Max sounds sooooo sweet and Izzy would adore him, she'd just be so happy someone else cares about Robin too!!

You're so valid on non-mechanics-compliant stuff, I ignore the actual game canon all the time for the sake of what I think would be more realistic (and fun) for Izzy!! Including getting Sydney away from the goddamn temple!!! Gotta save that boy!!! And then Faith, Izzy, and Sydney can have a threesome about it :3c

God Natalie is soooooo valid and relatable, Kylar is simply so !!!!! How can you not love him? Especially once he kidnaps you and you develop stockholm syndrome 🥰

I'm so happy to hear about all of them, they all sound super fun!!!! Mwah mwah I am kissing you on the mouth too!!!!

#sunshine #🧸 anon #I love them all!!!! #Also :3c Izzy gets to kiss two cute girls and she's thrilled!!!

[suzy-queued]

Artist Interview

Happy Boxing Day! I was tagged by @you-are-so-much-better-than-that in this artist interview.

1. Do you post on AO3? If so, how many works do you have on AO3? If not, where do you post?

I do post on AO3 as Suzy_Queue. I have two art galleries there, one for general art and one for Kinktober 2022.

2. What is your total art count?

If you count art done for other people's stories, headers for my own stories, and Gallacrafts pieces, it's around 150.

3. What are your top 5 pieces by likes/kudos?

I use this cool website to get my full Tumblr stats. According to them:

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Although I'm not the fastest at it.

5. What is your current fandom, and what was the first fandom you drew for?

Currently, it's Gallavich all the way. The first fandom I remember drawing for was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, making my own comics. (they were 7th-grade-girl bad).

6. Have you ever received hate on any art?

Nope, people are very supportive, even on pieces that I know aren't that great.

7. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t drawn for yet but want to?

I can't really think of any.

8. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

The one that has lived in my brain for the longest part of my life is Han/Leia.

9. Do you draw outside of fandom?

Yeah! I was an art major in college. I've been a professional artist for 20 years and have created art for book covers, movie posters, album covers, logos. I go to figure drawing sessions at a local art school and am in a nature journaling group. I've displayed my horror art at conventions around the country.

10. What’s the an art piece you’ve drawn that came out completely differently than you expected?

This was the first piece I ever drew on a tablet with a pressure-sensitive pen. It was an experiment to learn the tools. I had no idea how it would look, and it turned out all right.

11. Do you draw smut?

Yep! There's some smut in this gallery.

12. Have you ever had any of your art stolen or copied?

Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever collaborated on a piece?

I've created art for stories working with the author, but I've never co-drawn a piece of art. Unless you count playing Exquisite Corpse with my children.

14. What’s an idea you have that you have yet to draw?

Oh, I have a lot. The one I think about most is a picture of Ian and Mickey in a lineup at jail, looking disheveled, hung over, and completely in love.

15. What are your drawing strengths?

I like my compositions a lot, the flow of items throughout the picture. I feel like I'm good at drawing what I see in a realistic way, whether it's a photo or real life.

16. What are your drawing weaknesses?

Drawing from memory/imagination. I have to have reference photos of what I'm doing or I go off the rails. I need to develop more trust in my own style and lean into weird proportions and my own skewed vision.

17. What’s your favorite art piece you’ve drawn?

I'm quite partial to this book cover art I did. It's spray paint, pastel, and acrylic. It's about 4 feet tall.

18. What is one thing you’d like to tell people about your art that they might not know?

Just because I've been doing it for a while doesn't mean I'm not still learning every day.

19. What inspires or motivates you to create for fandom?

I have a lot of emotional energy churning below the surface. Creating art and fics helps get it out. It's a much more positive outlet than letting it brew.

20. And finally, can you describe your process a little? Do you have a favorite place to draw? Do you play something in the background? Do you do research or just go for it? Give us a little insight.

I have a basement office where I write and draw. I bought a new table this year which I absolutely love. I do most of my creative work between 9-11 pm after the rest of my family has gone to bed. I do love music and play it a lot while I draw.

I research a ton. I spend a lot of time making photo compositions for every piece I draw, which are collages of body parts and other images.

Thank you so much for the tag for this interview!

#fan art #about me #artist interview

[i05wook]

dates the enhypen boys would take you on!

the next few days i’m going to be emptying out my drafts because i have an essay due in for thursday that i need to focus on!!

heeseung - a walk in the botanic gardens

heeseung radiates walk in a park energy, but not just the local park, he’d take you to a botanical garden where you’d spend hours just walking and taking. it was the best way to spend time with him, not having had the time for a while to just enjoy each other’s companies due to enhypen’s schedules. knowing about your love for wildlife and flowers especially he’d even researched what plants were growing at the gardens so he could talk to you about them, which you immediately pick up on and find it so romantic that despite his busy schedules he’d taken the time to learn about one of your passions to allow for conversation on another level.

jay - shopping and then dinner

jay gives the aura that he’d take you out shopping the day before valentines to buy you a really expensive outfit; complete with shoes and accessories, but if you couldn’t make a decision then he’d even buy you multiple outfits. you didn’t have a clue for his reasoning but jay is too stubborn to argue with about this. without you knowing he’d booked a hair stylist and make up artist to come to your apartment to doll you up before your dinner date the next day. he’s also the type to not directly tell you what is happening he’d either do it through a scavenger hunt around the apartment or tell you to get changed in to one of the outfits he bought you the day before. he’d have either booked the most expensive restaurant in town or he’d take you to a mcdonald’s where you’d look so out of place, but that’d be part of the excitement with him.

jake - romantic holiday in europe

jake would prefer to spend valentines on holiday with the one he loves away from all his schedules. specifically a weekend away in a european city, but not the typical trip to paris but perhaps somewhere else that is still beautiful and romantic. for example he would choose tallinn, estonia or prague, czech republic. him knowing that you love walking around the cities you visited, you’d be walking the streets of whichever city he chose for the whole weekend, entering every little shop that interested you even if it was a 7/11.

sunghoon - ice skating (duh)

obviously sunghoon would take you on an ice skating date, this is a no brainer. he’d take you to the nearest ice rink with your matching skates that he had bought especially for today as your valentines gift. he’d tie your skates for you as you’re sat on the bench and then hold his hand out to walk to the rink. he’d hold your hand as you skate next to each other around the rink before finally starting to perform one of your paired figure skating routines from one the first competitions you were paired up for. he’d also take you for hot chocolate afterwards to get warm again.

sunoo - movie night/self care night

sunoo’s is pretty obvious also. this man loves a little pamper party so he’ll have prepared a bunch of disney films to watch such as encanto, moana and tinkerbell and many others. he’d also have prepared a pillow nest with fairy strung across the room , with a huge vanilla and sandalwood scented candle lit on his dresser. he’d have gone out purposefully to but a whole ass pamper kit and arranged it neatly in a box filled with rose petals. in the box would be items such as hair and face masks, more candles, some hand creams and even matching bracelets and rings to the ones he had bought himself the other week.

jungwon - go karting then stargazing

jungwon would be the type of man to take you on a date at the local go karting track making sure to learn the track before challenging you to a race. he chose the wrong person to challenge however as this was a track you had raced competitively at as a kid. after spending the afternoon go karting you would think the date was down with and just spend the night at home chilling with him. however after having fell asleep around 10pm, he would wake you up at around midnight to head to the balcony/roof terrace to go stargazing. he’d have even prepared a blanket and cushions with some chocolate covered strawberries and mugs of hot chocolate to enjoy.

niki - picnic along han river

niki the type of guy to just go for a simple but adorable date. picnic at han river. the boy would have gotten the rest of the boys help with preparing foods for it as he didn’t want to make you sick having to eat his food. he’d have asked them to prepare triangle sandwiches, cut fruit, chocolate strawberries, soup of some sort, all your favourite foods. you’d spend the whole day there just watching people go about their days. when it got to around midday he’d have a nap on the picnic blanket, his head resting in your lap tired out from schedules you’d run your hand through his hair, lulling him to sleep. he’d wake up a few hours to see you reading a book with one hand, the other still playing with his hair. you’d stay at the river to watch the sunset, having to order delivery cause you’d ran out of food, before finally leaving after the sun had set.

permanent taglist (open!): @bambisgirl @luvyun

#🌿. enhypen #enhypen x reader #reader x enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen oneshots #enhypen scenarios #enhypen timestamps #dates with enhypen #jay x reader #jake x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #heeseung x reader #sunoo x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen fanfiction

[feralmoonlight]

I wish you luck with your endeavors with the Sleuths- all I'm gonna say is that I ended up simping for/ releating heavily to Y/N in that story-

Okay okay back to THE MEAT-

I don't wanna ruin any plot peices however, the idea that Y/N shows the boys how people are supposed to treat them seems like a important peice of the pie.

I can fully imagine this super shy Y/N learn about how shittily their current "handler" is being and get Sun to talk about said treatment giving him a safe space. Mind you maybe this comes up in casual conversation and Sun says it like it's no big deal.

Do you this this Y/N would be proactive in their want to help Sun/Moon? (Of course once they get to know them more cuz anxiety is fun)

*Deep breath* As an anxiety riddled idiot myself... I will absolutely bend over backwards and go out of my way and basically ruin myself to help someone in need I'm even slightly close to? It is a problem lol. BUT that said, I DO feel like this YN would be an absolute bleeding heart, and while they aren't really 'well off' themself, especially if we go the artist route (ordering out that much just for a chance to talk to this dude would hurt their wallet -oh god is this a crush or just the crippling loneliness theyd didn't realize they had???-) learning even a bit about how they're doing this job for some other human thats basically forcing them to or they'll kick them to the curb would light a blind rage inside. It would take a bit to actually manifest into action though. Don't wanna overstep or push too hard cause what if saying something about that would push them away from you? What if one day you said the wrong thing, and then the next time they made a delivery they just... Handed the food off and left. Like they're supposed to. What if they DIDN'T sit around and talk for fifteen-twenty minutes, or make sure that your delivery was the last stop so they could make some excuse to stay over for the night(Moons introduction pending???)

What if you lost your currently only local... friend? Are you friends? Becuase YOU thought something that's working for them is bad and YOU want them to change their whole life just cause YOU're reading too much into a situation? But talking more, realizing they're actually unhappy about it, cause this human is NOT their friend as much as they claim them to be(realizing they call them their friend to be polite but it always lacks the same bounce and energy as when he calls YOU friend, or sunshine, or any other cute little pet name he's picked out for the day).  It always falls flat. Like it's forced. Like the lines of his smile strain when he dips into discussing his personal life... No, that's too heartbreaking, for such a wonderful sweet PERSON like him to have to deal with. They have their freedom now, but they're still being treated like a tool? Not on your watch. You start making the effort of inviting him to stay over, and it starts to become second nature, even on days when you havent ordered food, to hear the soft knock on your front door, different patterns but always the same tone, that you have a visitor for the night. CUE MOON REVEAL. Because everyone loves a sudden power outage. He's WELL aware of how friendly you've been with Sun, casually commenting in the back of his mind, convinced there's something wrong with you and teasing constantly BUT he also is under the full belief that you're full of shit and using him somehow. There's an ulterior motive. There has to be. So far out of every human they've interacted with, you're the only one that treats them THIS different. Yeah some are nice enough, but the interactions are short and dismissive. The guy they work for now is a complete dick and insists Moon not be let out at all. He's scared of him, and for good reason. He's tired of being cooped up though, so when you and Sun were sitting in the livingroom, something queued up on the TV, you working on a commission on the couch with the golden animatronic crosslegged on the floor and leaning back against the seat next to you.. Well. Lights out, and time for an introduction. He had a hunch you were considering asking about him staying with you, but you still had no idea there was this other side to sun. And Moon is about to push ALL of the buttons that should make you abort. He's very good at that. He knows better than to kill you, though. Sun wouldn't forgive him. But if he can make you show off your true colors, how you'd handle Moon, if you'd make the same cruel decision to keep him locked away and missing his half of this new freedom, well. That's one thing he and Sun had talked about in the past. Something that always made him hesitate to mention Moon existing. He was scared Moon would be right. (tune in next time for 'how unhinged and dangerous is moon currently? who fucking knows!')

#AU hoard #Doordash AU

[aajjks]

(Obviously everything I'm writing is my thoughts)

so about the contract renewel

Yes, because without him their career is over. The mediaplay yg did over the years for them is incredible.

If they renew they will go into hiatus for another two years and their comeback will be in the same period as BTS comeback 2026. Yg has been doing this since 2018: matching comebacks with the tannies 2018-2020-2022.

I don't know how much it good for them though because the next BTS comeback will be strong enough to rock the entire industry. Or BLACKPINK will go the same way as 2ne1 who yg disbanded their group to make bp debut. Now there will soon be the debut of Babymonster. If they don't renew the only ones who will continue making music will be Lisa and maybe Rose but I think Jisoo and Jennie will be full time influencers (Jennie said in an interview that she wants to get rid of everything that a kpop idol has)

I think jennie had hopes that the idol would be as successful as Euphoria and that would get her into Hollywood but the only thing that happened was she got a song "dedicated" to her by Abel during their time in Cannes

The girls are tired of this life and it shows throughout the tour. They lacked charisma and energy and many fans complained that the shows were too boring.

I'm starting to think they hate each other. A local present at coachella said that the girls were trying to shine more than the other and this is bad because they are a group not solo artists.

man the girls have good potential and I heard that baby monster has girls very young, it’s so weird, idk yg does it all the time, yeah they broke 2ne1 up and bp was born, as it seems like it of course, I just understand that why bts be the biggest boy group and why can’t bp be the biggest girl group respectively as long as they both deserve the title, and bts definitely have had a lot of comebacks. Like fake love and idol came out the same year, so bts are rlly active, even as soloist so there is a huge difference between how yg n hybe market and manage their groups

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let’s not make assumptions if the girls hate e/o, they obviously can’t be affectionate with e/o all the time.

#asks

[aonoexpat]

Stumbled a little bit, but getting back up!

14-02-2023

After the rush of running around getting a bank account, a tax number, a phone number, a guitar, a more permanent place to stay and a job, I somehow, miraculously, weirdly, had a little dip in my energy levels. So I spent some days sorting myself out a little more calmly, and granted myself a late afternoon trip to the beach for my first swim!

The weather was still lovely and the water was very refreshing, though I hurried out again quite quickly when I saw a sting ray egg and confused it for a jellyfish 😅

That night my friend took me to Wilton's bush to go glow worm spotting. It was absolutely magical to see them just hanging (literally) around in such numbers. Unfortunately my camera couldn't capture their faint light, but imagine that starry tunnel in Efteling's Droomvlucht and you'll get an accurate idea of what it looked like. We also saw some spiders, and eels in the creek (I touched one and it was YUCKY):

The next day we went on a beautiful hike along the Skyline track, which was my first introduction to the scorching Aotearoa sun. I applied SPF50 broad-spectrum sunscreen a total of four times in three hours and still got very close to getting burned. But the views were grand! It's funny how hills in the background can sometimes feel like generated terrain in video games, like places outside of the map you can move in as a player. But you can just walk up them, and there's a path there, and you can go anywhere you like, and it makes you feel really free 😊

The background choir of cicadas is still ringing in my ears. These noisy little bugs are everywhere around here, but difficult to spot sometimes. I managed to capture this one on film, but be warned: it's LOUD

I ended up with two huge blisters on my heels from the hike, but don't you think for a second that that stopped me from going to a ceilidh dance at the local Gaelic Club that evening! Had a grand time, and the keyboard player celebrated his 90th birthday with us :)

The next day it was time to put my skills to the test and try my hand at busking at the Harbourside fruit & veggie market. I got there way too late so it was tricky to find a good spot, but I ended up playing for about 2.5 hours and made upwards of 30 bucks, so I was pretty content! I also got gifted a plate of food and a nice cold can of Sprite by a passer-by, and a lady told me to get a loudspeaker so people could hear me better. Luckily I already got my hands on one the other day, so next time I'll bring it!

A great experience all in all, but unfortunately this was also my second encounter with the intensity of the sun, and this time I wasn't as well-prepared.

As you can see, it was a fairly overcast day, so I thought it was safe enough. But I sorely (again, literally) regret putting off applying sunscreen for as long as I did, for the next day my friend found me throwing up in the bathroom with a bright red and swollen face. "Sun stroke? Yeah. It happens." He got me a glass of water and some rehydration medicine and kept a watchful eye over me the rest of the day. It's times like this when I curse the pressing issue of online privacy because I vowed not to upload pictures of my face on this blog but by god you should have seen it, it's still not back to normal and probably won't be for up to a week. It's painful and itchy and has started to peel now, and every time I look in the mirror I'm reminded of what a fool I was for thinking it would be fine. A hard-learned lesson I won't soon forget.

Here's my artist's rendition of the transformation of my face:

So, I've been taking it easy since then: staying in as much as possible, watching some House of the Dragon on my friend's HBO account, convincing my bank that yes, I do have a valid visa, and no, I'm not laundering money, and figuring out how to work that loudspeaker for next weekend's markets. There's a storm raging over the North Island right now, cyclone Gabrielle, so staying in isn't much of a punishment. Te Whanganui-a-tara mostly experiences rain and strong winds, luckily nothing that warrants alarm, let alone evacuations.

Tomorrow I start my training at the bar, which I'm very excited about! It turns out the wages as established in my contract are a little stingy, but I'll live. I'm happy to have something for now, and if I don't enjoy it enough, I'll leave again. I look forward to having more of a routine, and a steady income to ease my worries a little. Life here is expensive, and with money transfers from The Netherlands taking several working days to arrive I'm feeling a little anxious every now and then. Luckily my friends here are happy to help me out if necessary. I'm very, very lucky to have them to rely on over here ❤️

#aotearoa #backpacking