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greypetrel · 6 months

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Crisp those Lines!

Or: a small collection of suggestions for a crispy, neat lineart.

SO MANY OF YOU ASKED FOR THIS (it feels absurd to say, yes), so here you go.

A premise: there's no right or wrong way of inking, and some of the following tips entirely depend on the type of inking I do. Which is neat and clean, with no blacks, and moreover: digitally. More under the cut because it's gonna be long and full of explanatory pictures. Here's an example:

SOFTWARES AND BRUSHES:

Let's address the elephant in the room: Photoshop SUCKS for inking and linework. The stabilisation of the brush there is SHIT. Good for colouring and painting and doing photobashing, but for Lineart you want it to be precise. Do yourself a favour and don't use Photoshop. I generally use Clip Studio Paint, but i have to say that the best program for it that I've tried keeps being Paint Tool SAI 2. It has few functions, it's true, and I use CSP because it has more instruments. But if you don't want to pay much, SAI is incredible as for brush rendition and stabilisation.

As for the brush: you don't need a fancy brush, anything in your software will go. What I use and what works best tho must have:

Tapered start and end.

High stabilisation (I go from 60 upward, lower it down for trees and grass or anything more natural that needs to be less neat and flowy)

Low tapering.

It must be set so that pressure controls only the dimension. The more you push on your pen, the bigger the line gets. No colour or opaciy variation!

On Clip Studio Paint, I use the G-Pen in the program. It's good as it is, but I think I did some variations as per here:

FILE DIMENSIONS:Better work larger and then resize down. Sizing files up digitally is possible, but it leads to unfocused images. I generally work on files at 600dpi (300 is fine too, but don't go any lower. Particularly if that's something you want to print later on, any printing wants a minimum of 300dpi). in roughly an A3 format (bigger dimension is 43cm). Most pictures I upload here are 6000x5000 pixel. A bigger file will give you more possibilities with brush sizes, and it'll be easier. Remember: digitally, sizing down is ok, sizing up is not something you should do.

SKETCH:

This is the suggestion I should follow but never do. Having a clean, polished sketch simplifies your life A LOT. This is because if you don't have to worry about drawing details and fixing the anatomy of your drawing during the lineart, and doing it so GOOD because it's the lineart... You'll go that much slower and your life will be more complicated (it's not impossible, my sketches usually are very rough. I am ok with it, the most I do drawing wise is during the lineart... But I'm lazy, don't do like me. A good sketch will help you out.) Compare the two sketches below:

Another note about your sketch layer: you know those memes that complains that the sketch looks good but when you hide it the lineart is shitty? That's easily solvable. When you're inking, lower the opacity of the sketch layer down, A LOT. I generally go for a 30 or 40% opacity (depending on the colour of the sketch. the yellow sketch will go around 40% because it's less visible, the purple one lower).

When you're inking, you MUST see clearly the lineart you're doing. If the sketch isn't contrasting enough, you won't see clearly what you're doing... It's like trying to sketch with a dim light, not seeing the paper clearly. See the difference:

BEFORE YOU START:

You probably have read it everywhere, but it bears repeating: warm up your hand. You're using muscles and for more than five minutes. The warmer they are, the firmer your hand is, the easier it gets controlling your lines. It also prevents you from damaging your wrist. Stretching is also great, and grippers are nice to have. Keep your hand fit!

As for warming up: I usually do some calligraphy exercises, practicing on flowy cursives. You want to practice varying the pressure of your lines in a single trait, hence why calligraphy is good. But generally, what you can do is...

PRESSURE VARIATION AND LONG LINES:

So. My main tip and trick is to vary the pressure of your lines. In the same line, and between different details. This will help making the lineart more dynamic and interesting. A note: this works for semi-realistic styles. If your goal is obtaining a Cartoon Network style: they have generally little to no variation and it works. My suggestion would be to study the kind of style and effect you want to obtain, different styles will work best with different linearts. If you're aiming at hyperrealistic painting, there's no point in spending time over a lineart, for example, I inked the same lineart, but with a brush that doesn't vary it's dimensions with pressure, and not changing the dimension of the brush.

What makes my linearts look "flowy" and "neat" is the fact that I tend to draw less lines and longer, and pay attention when I stop, to start the line where I end it. This will give the impression of one continuous, single line, and make everything more fluid. See above in the french hood: on the right, I left the line rough on purpose, you can see where I stopped and started again. On the left, where I took care of it, you can't.

Generally speaking:

Thick, dark lines communicate that the object is close to the viewer (always keep the viewer in mind!) or in shadow. Lines should be thicker on the outside of your objects, to separate two planes, and in stuff closer to you.

Thin lines are delicate, they should be used in the background, for small details (see the hair, the lips, the small wrinkles around her eyes.)

As for line continuity: in both cases, the line of her face is one single line I drew. This can be obtained with a smooth result, particularly in curved lines, by getting the brush stabilisation on higher settings (80-100): sacrifice speed for accuracy.

MORE IS MORE, WHEN IT COMES TO LEVELS:

Particularly when there are two objects intersecating, or more characters interacting… Instead of inking all on the same level, I always do one level for each object, trace the WHOLE line as if there was nothing above, and then erase where it's not shown. This is a little thing, but pays off. Always in the drawing of above, the feather and the hem of the bodice were on separate layers, and then I erased the bodice under the feather. Take advantage of being inking digitally and not traditionally!

For many characters, here's an example of a vignette of a comic page before cleaning it up and erasing. Every single character and the weapons are on separate layers

For this it's very useful knowing your recurring mistakes. For example, I tend to draw heads bigger than they should. I know I do, so generally I keep the head on its own level, and the body on another, so it's easier to modify and size down just the head without getting crazy selecting only the lines you want with the lazo.

Again, you're inking digitally. It's not easier than traditionally necessarily, take full advantage of your instrument!

OTHER TIPS AND TRICKS:

High brush stabilisation sacrifices speed for accuracy. The line will lag a little from your cursor. Get used to watching the cursor and not the line, and trust that the line will follow.

GO SLOW.

Rotate and flip the canvas. Don't ask me why, but tracing long lines towards me is always easier than not the other way around.

Use the Free Transform, Warp, Distort etc etc and the Liquify to your heart's content if you notice the lineart has something wrong. The only cheating in art is using fucking AI generators (and AI pictures are not art, sorry not sorry)

References are your friends. Study how an artist you like does the lineart. Try and imitate them, and if you can and need to post them: tag them! (don't trace and sell it as your own)

Experiment with brushes, find one that you like for the effect you'd love. You do you, there's no right or wrong way of inking.

Remember to breathe when you trace those lines! (and to drink and do pauses and stretch, you don't want a tendonitis!)

Have fun. Lineart is not evil, lineart is your friend!

I hope this essay is exhaustive enough. I'm tagging ALL THE PEOPLE that requested it (and giving each of you a muffin). @ndostairlyrium @narina-gnagno @salsedine @whimsyswastry @layalu @n7viper

If you have any questions, don't hesitate in asking!

#tutorials #lineart #inking #digital inking #digital art #tips and tricks #petrel explains #COME LO FECI (cit)#listen if we're mutuals and we chat... ask me to share my screen I don't mind the company when I work if it's not something I can't show #or if it's not too late at night for me #also I unironically like how Alyra inked without variation looks even angrier and more judgemental than normal LOL #also some spoilers for The Last Bacchae if you follow that #“Marmotta” means “Groundhog” in italian #art ref

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icewindandboringhorror · 6 years

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I like doing most types of art but digital art specifically feels so oddly tedious and I just intrinsically loathe something about the process of sitting in front of a computer for 5 hours making random idiot lines on a screen yet for some reason my wretched brain is always heavily invested in doing creative projects that coincidentally require me to make art to accompany them (animations, games, worldbuilding concepts, etc.) and I always find myself yet again sat foolishly at the desk with that gods damned bastard tablet pen in my hand like

#''we're doing this again... huh...'#90% of this is probably solely impatience though #since art is usually secondary to the larger goal what my brain really cares about is the larger goal at hand not #fixing shitty line art for 30 minutes straight lol... like.. if im doing something i want to get to the EXCITING PART!! not the... tedious #background work.. i want to spend time WRITING about the species!! i already know what they look like in my head! why must i sit #here and craw them out like this cant i just print the image from my mind i want to be focusing on the COOL things not this lmao #like it just feels like busy work.. i have to keep telling myself like.. you.. have to do this part before you can do the rest #like i cant DO an animation without art for the animation but my brain has already moved on to like the other parts of #the project and etc. etc.#i want to WRITE with the characters and get to the fun details of it ... drawing them is just... a necessary evil... ggghh #if i could afford it i would absolutely hire other people to do things for me lmao.. obviously i would still have to draw concept sketches #and stuff so they would know what sort of thing i was thinking but i'd let them take it from there #i;m not good at art anyway i do it out of necessity so i know there are people who could add significant quality to the concept #and sketch it out even better than i could #I mean i am lucky that I'm okay enough at it that i can skate by on my own like if i do art for a shitty little game i can manage #it may be a bit sloppy but it's passable and etc. so like... at least i can do enough to where it's not like i literally have no choice but #to ask other people since the skill is so out of touch but stil... bintch... if i could.... you best bet i would be not doing this part of #things lol... if i put on documentaries and stuff in the background i can kind of zone out and just get it done but still about every 45 #minutes my brain zooms out and starts watching me from third person and i come back to the realization that i dont #enjoy this part of things at all and no matter how many distracting things i put on in the background nothing will be able to make this #anything more than necessary but tedious repetitive monotonous dooky work #bhghBHbbb anyway #only further proof in my like.. 'im more of a concept person than an art person' theory like.. i love to .. design things and come up with #things and the tactile experience of making things and the puzzle of pieceing together ideas and etc. but like... just drawing for drawing's #sake or doing art as a past time or etc. gets old fast. i dont think i've ever just sat down and drew soemthign without an alternate #motive or extensive backstory to it. i wish i could just sit down and draw people for practice or do scenery for fun or etc. but #i just... aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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deecitys · 3 years

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blue, white, and a little bit of gold; z. chenle

pairing: chenle x fem!reader

genre/warnings: school au, friends to lovers, student!chenle, fluff, swearing, food

word count: 2.7k

a.n.: this is part of the nct secret santa collab hosted by @neoculturechristmas ! i’m writing for @candychanhee i hope u enjoy <33

masterlist

lowercase intended

MONDAY, DEC. 14

“you’re really going to leave me alone?” you frown. “here? with mrs. s? out of all the teachers?”

your best friend, jiwoo, places her hand on your shoulder empathetically. “she called you. i’m terrified of her. the discussion is over, y/n.”

she bows like a ballerina and proceeds to jump away from you down the hall. you roll your eyes and push the wooden door open, sighing. the empty home economics classroom smells like freshly baked muffins, except evil freshly baked muffins, just because this is mrs. s’s classroom.

you walk up to the one desk you could find, clear of fabric scraps and needles, and dump your heavy backpack on it. the noise echos; or maybe it’s just your hyperactive brain anticipating for a jumpscare. in mrs. s’s classroom, anything can happen…

but just as you were about to call for the terrifying teacher, the door rattles open behind you and you let out a yelp, scrunching down.

“hey y/n,” a slightly familiar voice calls. you slowly shift your gaze to find zhong chenle.

you’ve known chenle ever since middle school (you might’ve had a crush on him back then…), and he was in your friend group at one point, but you two have never crossed paths in particular especially after he was announced as mvp for the school basketball team and became mega popular. he was nice though, as far as you knew, and it was a sense of relief that you weren’t going to be the only one in mrs. s’s room.

“haha, um, hi chenle,” you force a smile and hold the desk to get up. something shifts in the storage room of the class, and when you two turn your attention to the noise, mrs. s enters the scene. her leather buckled shoes clack on the floor as she approaches you and chenle.

“hello, chenle,” mrs. s greets the smiling boy with ink-black hair, and proceeds to frown on you through her narrow glasses. “you should’ve told me you’re here.”

“sorry,” you utter, avoiding eye contact.

she mumbles something about kids these days. “i called you two here because i want to ask for a favor.”

while mrs. s shuffles through her desk, you glance at chenle with wide eyes, who shrugs back in question.

“i’m on duty for planning, and you two are the highest performing in my classes. a week left.” mrs. s hands a piece of paper, and chenle reaches out to grab it.

“december 18th, friday, gym, at 6 through 8:30 pm… the winter dance?” he reads. “we’re supposed to plan it?”

“plan it, manage it, whatever else it needs,” mrs. s explains while you panic trying to think of an excuse out. chenle just stands, dumbfounded. “10 percent raise of semester grade of whatever class if it goes successfully.”

10 percent? holy shit, this is your chance. your math grade!

“we’re doing it!” you blurt out loudly, inducing an emotion (slight surprise? indistinguishable.) out of mrs. s for the first time.

“we are?” chenle questions, to which you blink inanimately . “oh… oh yeah, we are. leave it to us! we’re really trustworthy, and we have teamwork. we’re, we’re practically best friends. you can count on us.”

mrs. s slowly nods in approval while you force a big grin, grabbing your backpack and pushing chenle towards the door. “we’ll start planning now, thank you, see you in class!”

you two rush out of the room. “dear god,” you sigh.

“you know what? i need that grade raise, my english grade is, uh, kinda questionable.” chenle sighs.

“so is my math grade, i’m literally about to be disowned. meet tomorrow after school at the gym?” you ask, and he nods, giving you a thumbs up. with a strained grin, you turn right around and speed walk to the end of the hall. jiwoo appears, peeking behind the corner.

“is that zhong chenle?”

TUESDAY, DEC. 15

“so…” you hold on to the ends of your puffy jacket to make sure they aren’t blown away by the freezing winter wind. “where do we start?”

“we could look at the gym and, i don’t know, envision the scene. i got the keys. and budgets tomorrow,” chenle enunciates, which you give a positive shrug to.

the door creaks open and you hurry in to turn on the lights. you’ve been in here plenty of times before, and you try to remember the setup last year, hoping you would be able to get some inspiration. it’s interrupted by a tingly feeling in your nose and a following sneeze.

“god, it’s freezing in here too,” you exclaim. “doesn’t it get even colder? we’ll need to have everything indoors.”

“do you think they’ll let us sell winter themed popsicles?” chenle asks. you frown at his contradicting question. he’s wearing a simple crewneck sweatshirt unlike you prepared for antarctica.

“...a hot chocolate stand?” he negotiates, noticing your glare.

“a hot chocolate stand it is,” you take your phone out to write a note, pausing halfway to point at the spot near the entrance. “we could have it right there, with the entry fee stand, so people can grab one as they come.”

“and this can be the dance floor?” chenle is now suddenly standing in the middle of the room. you nod, writing down another bullet point.

“so, how was it?” jiwoo asks on the phone.

“it wasn’t that awkward, he’s still chatty, actually,” you describe, twiddling the blanket you have over your head. “we got a week’s notice which is so shitty, but we got to everything we had to do and we’re on track. he comes up with the wildest, most unrealistic ideas, though. can you imagine popsicles in a winter dance? it’s fucking freezing, i’m going to work a bit on decorations after school so he doesn’t mess with it…”

WEDNESDAY, DEC. 16

“what are you wearing?” chenle lets out high-pitched laughs. it’s after school the next day, and this time, you’ve prepared for the climate.

“what?” you frown. “it’s cold in there. i need to survive.”

“you look like a penguin.”

“it’s only five layers.”

“whatever you say, best friend,” chenle does a fancy little bow to lead you into the gym. you huff but follow him anyway.

“today, we have to do all the budget stuff,” he takes a seat on the open bleacher to open his laptop, and you hesitantly take a seat a feet away. “i actually did some research and found all the places we need to contact, with all the costs and fees written and added一 here.” he turns the laptop your way and you lean towards the laptop (NOT HIM, THE LAPTOP!) slightly to take a look. a lot of work with numbers is done and you’re actually quite astonished by the organization and amount.

“practice got cancelled, and so like i had a lot of time lying around. i’ve contacted some places if we already made the decisions on the specifics so some are finalized, um, if that’s okay,” he explains. you continue to scan through the spreadsheet. the dj, catering, lights, they’re all done.

“wow, chenle,” that’s what you manage to say. “i’m glad i did something too.” you quickly dig up your sketchbook from your backpack and flip through it until you find the decoration sketches. you hand it over to him with fully stretched arms, keeping your distance. “they’re all at target, all the stuff i marked. so we can go get them whenever, if the budget, you know, allows it.” you hold down the strong urge to bite your nails through the long, dreadful silence. where did the chatty chenle go while you needed his chattiness the most?

“this is really cool,” he finally speaks. “and it fits our budget, so it’s perfect. i remember you being really good at art in middle school! guess you didn’t change.”

you flush (for no absolute reason!) and quickly take the drawing away, mumbling up a ‘thanks’.

“uh, anyways, today all we have to do is contact the rest of the people on the list, and then we’ll buy the stuff tomorrow, sell last minutes tickets on thursday, and theeeen we’ll decorate and see how the dance goes on friday, right? since the school’s been advertising since, what, last week?” you speak quickly to change the subject. he doesn’t seem to notice and instead nods.

“tomorrow, we’re driving to target to get all the decorations. hey, remember when i liked him in middle school?” you ask jiwoo. it’s after school and you’re at her house, doing homework. she looks up from her science assignment to give you a look.

“don’t tell me you’re starting to like him again,” she laughs.

“hey, what’s wrong with that?” you raise your voice slightly, then turn your attention back to your laptop, suddenly self-conscious. “i mean, not that i like him, anyway.”

“you know i can see right through you?” jiwoo doesn’t take her gaze off of you for the long period of silence that follows. you roll your eyes.

“fine, whatever, i may have the tiniest physical symptoms of liking him again or whatever,” you admit. jiwoo giggles, then scrunches closer to you.

“so, what do you like about him?” she asks enthusiastically.

“i mean… he has a nice smile, yeah, that,” you mumble.

“and?”

“i guess he’s funny, and nice, and actually kind of responsible, i don’t know, and his voice一”

your description is interrupted by jiwoo’s screech.

“shouldn't have brought it up…” you sigh.

THURSDAY, DEC. 17

what have you gotten yourself into?

out of all the cars, you’re sitting at the front seat of ZHONG CHENLE’s car. he’s driving. CHENLE IS DRIVING.

the familiar roads aren’t so familiar when you’re in such a peculiar situation. he drives nicely though. and there’s the radio on. and he’s humming. super nicely. that’s so attractive. there’s nothing particularly attractive about humming, but on chenle it is. SHUT UP Y/N!

“do you sing?” you unconsciously ask.

“yeah, actually,” he answers. “my dad doesn’t like it, though, actually, so i don’t tell a lot of people. he just wants me to focus on basketball, because i don’t sing in a deep tone like the opera people, and he thinks if i don’t do that, it’s not manly enough, or whatever.”

the mood… you brought up the wrong topic, you think. “sounds like what jake would say,” you reply in a lighter note. “remember him? the super old school kid from 7th grade?”

“oh my god, YES,” chenle laughs, moving on to talk about him and middle school memories until you reach target. you quickly find the party decoration section and pick out the things. you’re on your last item when chenle taps your shoulder. he’s holding packages of golden sparkly streamers.

“i know the colors are blue and white, but imagine a little bit of gold. a little bit of sparkle, but no annoying glitter shit! what do you say?” he anticipates.

“actually, pretty cool, yeah,” you say, and chenle pumps his arm before throwing the packages into the shopping basket.

“i was about to just say no without listening after that one time you suggested we get popsicles, but good suggestion. love the improvement!” you half-joke. he immediately mocks you, which you laugh at.

the car is loaded up and now you’re on your way back. you two chat about the most random things, from taste in food to tv shows to traumatic but funny experiences, and you keep yawning. it’s been a long day.

chenle drives out of route, but you’re too tired to realize; the most you can do is keep up with the conversation. a blink later and you’re at the drive-thru of starbucks. “pick a drink, miss,” he rolls the window down when the car stops front of the menu.

“me?” you ask in surprise.

“yes, you.” chenle laughs. “you look so dead right now, it’s only 5 pm. i think we both need a caffeine boost for homework.”

“ooh, so thoughtful of you,” you dramatize.

he rolls his eyes. “shut up, i’m paying.”

“caramel macchiato please, mr. zhong!”

you sit patiently while he orders and gets the drinks; a caramel macchiato for you and a café latte for himself. you sip the drink in now comfortable silence and bliss (who wouldn’t be happy with a free drink?) on the way back.

“why didn’t we ever talk before?” chenle asks, breaking the silence.

“dunno,” you say. “just we didn’t have any reasons to, i guess,”

“remember when i told mrs. s we were practically best friends? maybe that wasn’t a lie.”

for once, you love mrs. s so much right now.

FRIDAY, DEC. 18 (D-DAY!)

with the help of chenle’s friends, decorations are up on time and students show up to the dance. everything goes by plan and people are thriving, except… jiwoo had a change of plans last minute. and you were going to ask her to help ask chenle out.

“i’m telling you, it’s the perfect chance,” over the phone, jiwoo’s voice sounds passionate and a little distorted. it’s a little hard to tune into with the background noise, even outside of the dance room alone. “once this is over, nothing happens, and winter break starts, you guys will end up like before. distance friends with zero interactions and zero chances. take the risk while you can, y/n!”

“but you aren’t here to help me!” you whine. “i’ve never done this before! i wasn’t prepared for this! i’m not the kind of person to be doing this!”

“and you’ll never be prepared anyway, so what’s the point of waiting?” jiwoo argues. “don’t be a pussy and go for it. if he likes you back, that’s cool, and if he doesn’t, you have nothing to worry about because you guys won’t have a reason to talk anymore. now, i have an angry mother to deal with, so i’m hanging up, peace out and tell me how it goes. love you, bye!”

your urgent call of her name is interrupted by a long and loud beep. you sigh.

as much as you hate to admit, she’s right. there isn’t any other excuse to keep talking to him. you check the time, and it’s almost 8; half an hour until the dance ends.

“fuck it,” you say to yourself, pushing the heavy door open and meeting the warm and noisy atmosphere. it’s not long until you find chenle chatting with the dj. you take a deep breath feets away from his back and decide to approach him that way.

“chenle! chenle!” you whisper-yelled through the booming music. he turns around immediately, eyes wandering until he finds you.

“y/n! y/n!” he whisper-yells back.

“i need to tell you something important.” you take his arm and start to drag him towards the door out.

“you good? what’s up?” he asks. you shake your head, signaling it’s too loud in the gym, and point to the door, continuing to pull him. through your booming heartbeat you keep calm until you reach the cold outdoor air where you finally let go of chenle.

“so, um, hi,” you greet, to which chenle chuckles.

“hey.”

“the important thing is,” you take a deep breath in. “ithinkilikeyouandithinkweshouldgoout.”

it takes a second for him to process your fast words. maybe you shouldn’t have confessed, you think. you internally scream, and this is the longest second of your LIFE.

“uhh, this isn’t fair,” chenle argues, and you’re stand there, dumbfounded. ?_? “i was going to ask you out! life is so unfair.”

you gasp. “you’re KIDDING.”

“no, i’m not. uh, so, like, i think yes. what am i saying… i’m saying that yes, we should go out.” chenle looks nervous. CHENLE LOOKS NERVOUS!

“i was NOT expecting that,” you say.

“well, i wasn’t either, on my end,” chenle laughs.

“well,” you hold yourself back from screaming and jumping. “we should go back in, we’re the managers, y’know?” chenle nods, taking your hand to walk back into the gym. smooth.

“also, y/n, when i bought you starbucks, the intention was not to seduce you, just wanted to clarify. that was only like, four bucks. you’re worth more than four bucks, i swear.” chenle rants.

“glad to hear,” you roll your eyes but end up laughing anyway.

there couldn’t have been a better winter dance.

#nct fluff #kpopscape #neowritingsnet #neothestars #nct chenle #chenle fluff #nct christmas #nct collab #nct school au #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #nct #chenle soft hours #chenle fics #chenle oneshots #nct oneshot #nct dream fics #nct dream fluff

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lucien-stan · 3 years

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2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9, 14, 16, 20, 22, 27, 29, 30 for Lucien/Cassian/Azriel? Also if you want to do these for other Lucien ships too I am not opposed (but also don't do it if you don't want to)

I'm going to do all of them because I'm too lazy to copy and paste specific questions

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

JDJSID THIS ONE IS SO OBVIOUS cassian rocks it, az resigns himself to die an early death, and Lucien begs for his life

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

Ahhhhhhhhh okay I'm thinking in a very tfop "fresh fragile relationship" mindset atm so my current answer is none of them. But eventually it's Lucien

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

Cassian wants to in theory but both Azriel and Lucien are so lazy in the bath ("don't you dare fucking touch me cass") that he quickly loses interest

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

Cassian is naked, az doesn't realize because cassian does it so often, Lucien gets surprised and screams, and then tells him to put pants on because feyre will be over in five fucking minutes

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

Lucien tries to, and that usually makes cassian angrier and he grumpily takes the couch and refuses to move because of course even if he's pissed he's not going to kick Lucien out of the bed. Azriel spends the night in a cave or smth he's just gone

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

Azriel likes to doodle their faces. Lucien found some of the sketches once and never said anything

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

Cassian, cassian

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?

Lucienlucienlucien

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

Cassian, Azriel, Lucien

10) Who is more likely to cheat?

Fuck this question I'm not thinking about it

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

Cassian and Azriel/Lucien

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

Cassian (literally Canon in tfop jfjejdn)

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

Cassian, and Azriel

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

Cassian Cassian Azriel Lucien

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist?

None of them this is stupid

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

Lucien, Cassian

17) Who is more protective?

Cassian

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

Lucien holds full conversations

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

Azriel drives, Lucien has pqssenger, cassian takes the full back row

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

Azriel, Cassian (Lucien went to bed at a reasonable hour)

21) Who cuts the others hair?

Cassian cuts Azriel's hair. Lucien gets it professionally done

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

Cassian and Cassian

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

Azriel, Cassian, Lucien

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

Cassian, Lucien (it's adorable)

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

CASSIAN

26) Who kissed first?

In tfop it was Azriel (which I want fucking expecting but here we are) but I think it could have also been cassian

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

Lucien, Cassian

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?

Lucien???? I really don't know. And no

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

NFJSIDIS Cassian and Azriel

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

Cassian and Lucien/Azriel

Cassie ily

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The Voice in the Silence, Part II

The pandemic has really been getting to me. I’ve been hearing a voice in the silence, and it wants to hurt me.

It’s me again, Emilia. It looks like my first post did go through but...I lost a week. Yes, an entire week.

The last thing I remember is the voice, calling my name in a thundering whisper that drowned out every other sound in the world. It was like...like a pull, like it wanted me to come with it, and I didn't want to but I couldn't resist it. I can't describe the voice in any other way but evil. Except...there was a spark of familiarity in it. Something in the voice felt like I knew it, somehow?

I'm sitting in my car in an empty parking lot right now. It's around 3am and I have no idea how I got here. According to Maps, I'm hours away from my house, from my beach, from my parents. I can't even imagine how scared and, honestly, furious they are at me. I can't bring myself to respond to any of their thousand messages or calls because...what would I even say? Hola mami, papi, sorry for disappearing for a week--I'm fine, just a few hundred miles away and no idea what happened to me in the last week, los quiero!

Yeah, I don't think so...

I don't have any outgoing messages or calls from my phone in the last week, so I don't have any clues or leads on who I might have spoken to. This lot is part of what seems to be a long-abandoned strip mall, and I really can't imagine what I came here for. The only thing somewhat familiar is that I'm near the city my grandparents used to live in. I guess, technically, I lived here too for a time when I was really young. My mom says her parents took me in for a few years when her and my dad were getting the restaurant running, just until things were stable enough for them to be able to properly raise a child. I don't remember this at all, to be honest, and though I always felt really close to my grandparents and attributed this to that time, they were always a bit more reserved with me. Or probably just reserved in general. My family isn't exactly warm.

I can't find anything in my car that might help me figure out what happened--no food wrappers, gas receipts, nothing. Did I even eat? Am I hungry right now? I honestly can't even think about food yet. All I feel is a horrible knot in my stomach and lump in my throat.

Thinking there must be something to go off of on my phone, I check out my camera roll. Okay--okay, here is something. There seems to be a two minute video as my last saved. The thumbnail is black. My phone is already plugged into the car, so I turn the car's volume up and hit play.

...

Nothing. 30 seconds and...still nothing. Just black screen and the vague sound of a car engine. Like the video just shot off while I was driving or something.

Nothing?? It can't be nothing--there has to be something here to tell me what happened. Frustrated, I stop the video. What the hell happened?

I'm wearing the same clothes as I was when I was at the beach a week ago and...okay, yeah. I smell pretty bad. So no shower, cleary, between then and now. I check the pockets of my jeans and my jacket, but there's nothing in any of them. This isn't helping with the panic and I feel myself start to get overheated. Blasting the AC, I take my jacket off and rest my head for a moment on my hands, gripping the steering wheel.

Okay. That is weird. That is actually really fucking terrifying.

My arms. My arms are covered in...in what? **Bruises? They look like dark red splotches with these dark, almost black, striations running through them. As if someone was sketching a picture with pen and then filled it in with a horrible mix of watercolors. And...oh, god...the lines seem to be moving? Like they're trying to make their way up my arms but--I have to be imagining that. That has to be the delirium speaking.

I snap a bunch of photos just in case--I have no idea what this is or where it came from, so I need to be able to see if anything changes. Back in my camera roll, I decide to go back to the video again. Maybe there will be something at the end or something? Anything that will help me recover the lost time.

Black screen...car engine...no change--oh, wait. Wait. Okay, just about past a minute and a half? It seems like the car has stopped. There's movement--the camera is facing out and I can see out the car's windshield that it's nighttime. The camera flashes past the rearview mirror and I catch a glimpse of my face in it.

Oh my god. I pause and zoom in. It's me, definitely me, but it's like there is something else. In my eyes, normally a plain, dark brown, there's like a glint of red in them. Maybe the reflection from a stoplight? That makes sense.

I zoom in more. But there--there in the rearview mirror, behind me. There is definitely something there. Oh god, is that a person? Is that a face? It looks dark, like a shadow, with vague hints of detail hidden by the shitty camera quality. It could be a face but there's something so wrong about it. It reminds me of the voice--evil, but familiar at the same time? I can't make sense of it. I zoom back out and keep playing.

The camera moves past the windshield and I have a better view of the outside--but, weirdly, no traffic light. I'm by a lake or something? It's just a grassy bank and water in front of the car. The camera flips to selfie view and I almost drop my phone in shock.

The red light is still in my eyes, definitely there, and my face looks contorted--as if it's in pain, as if I'm fightingsomething. The camera moves and I see my arms and--oh my god--the shadow thing, person, whatever--it's wrapped around them like a fog. I can sort of see dark lines beneath the fog, running through my arms. Could that be these striations? The camera moves back to my face and I feel the sweat start trickling down the back of my neck. The shadow thing has moved to cover my mouth, and my eyes look terrified. I think I hear me? Maybe? Grunting or something, like an attempt to scream? And then...

Let. Go.

The voice--unmistakably. My face looks even more strained than before in the camera. Camera-me shuts my eyes, tightly, and there's what seems like a skip in the video or something, because then it's just me looking at the camera with my normal eyes and no shadow thing, and the video stops.

I pause on that final frame, zooming in to try and see what was going on. Okay, so my eyes weren't totally normal--there was still a faint red glow, but it looked dimmer. And--I braced myself for this--yep, there was still a shadow just behind me in the corner of the screen, just no longer covering my mouth anymore.

I exit the video and open the car door to throw up. Looks like I haven't been eating...

I have no memory of the video, or of any of my lost days, but at the same time I do. It's like the memory is just so far back in my mind, I can't access it, but there's a recognition there. Almost like when you try to remember a dream and it just slips away. And with this recognition comes the horrifying realization that I do remember, at least part of what happened. The voice belongs to this shadow. The voice was controlling me, or trying to. It wanted me to drive into the lake. It wanted me to drown.

I realize I'm crying now, but I honestly just feel numb. How did I get out of this? Why did this thing want to hurt me? And why, why, why do I feel like I know it?

Emiliaaaa....

No--no, please--no. The voice. It's here, it's back. It feels like it's in the car with me--I can't hear the air conditioning anymore, or the engine, or anything. I just hear a complete and deafening silence until...

Emiiiiiiiiliaaaaa...

It calls my name again... And--oh my god--the marks on my arms...the striations are moving and it's like they're taking over me again. I can't risk losing control before this gets out. Please, someone out there has to help me.

#writblr #writing #short stories #short story #scary story #spooky story #horror #creepy story #writer #author #new story post #write #mine #first person pov

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surlifen · 4 years

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Surli's Shitty Quick Guide To Making People See Your Art And Maybe Buy It

these are by no means Rules or Secrets and I’m not an Authority on the subject but it works out alright for me? thought i’d write up a few things and maybe they’ll help someone shruggers

1. Social media presence. POST OFTEN. Post nearly everything you draw. Use multiple sites, ideally the most used ones (Twitter, Tumblr, Deviantart Insta if you can stand it, Furaffinity). I literally can't stress this one enough; I have friends who are convinced the reason I have a 500-3000 followers and they have a couple dozen is because my art is Just Better tm no matter how many times I tell them it's because they go months or even years without posting or gave up on the site entirely. You need to use it. Even if you don't post art every day, check in and engage often.

2. Try to post during daylight hours. Timezones enter into this, and it doesn't have a HUGE impact in my experience, so it's wobbly, but posting at 2am is generally not super wise. 3. CAPTION YOUR ART!! Give people something to engage with!! ESPECIALLY on twitter where replies are the biggest algorithm booster. Questions are super good because they give people something specific to respond to and people love talking about themselves (as well we should)! Captions also make you seem more like, yknow, a person; more approachable and likeable. Posting art with no caption, just, here an image take it, can make you seem distant. not saying I always follow this rule because I... don’t, but I definitely find myself more willing to engage with or buy from an artist who captions than one who just kinda. slides their art across the metaphorical table whilst making direct, silent eye contact. it feels more personal, less... “the onus is 100% on you to interact with my work and i will make no attempt to communicate with my viewers” (even if that’s not at all your intention) 4. If you do commissions, POST THE FINISHED WORKS!!! Have it in your TOS that you'll post by default unless asked not to, or ask the client's permission each time. If you're looking to build a market, PEOPLE NEED TO BE ABLE TO SEE WHAT THEY'LL GET. Personal art and commissions are often very different whether we intend it or not! Posting commissions also lets people know that you do commission work and puts you on their radar as not just "artist" but "artist I could get art from...? 😳" I often see people saying no one commissions them and I’m like... you do commissions?? Where are they?? I can’t find any art on your blog, commissions or otherwise??? Consider separating art and personal if you’re chatty and don’t draw often, so people can find your work! 5. Engage with people! Reply to them, like their shit. Not just those who engage with you first! Become an approachable person, not an untouchable ✨Arteeste✨! And be friendly when you do it! This is one of the looser guidelines because some people are looking to build a professional brand, but it’s both helped me and enriched my experience to make friends (especially since for me, at least, this is for fun and a huge part of that fun is the people) 6. If you find the time, drawing fanart for bigger accounts can give you a boost if they share your art. I personally don't think that should be your only motivation-- it'll be pretty obvious if you spend all your time drawing fanart for big accounts. So, draw fanart for people you genuinely admire and think you'd have fun drawing for. Birthdays are a fantastic excuse. 7. Post WIPs and sketches sometimes! People like to see your process/"behind-the-scenes". I really thought this was not the case but consistently find myself nerding over other artists’ WIPs and being encouraged when I post my own (thank you)! Just don’t overdo it, learn how much behind-the-scenes is the right amount and how much starts to feel repetitive, make your gallery read as largely unfinished, or make people impatient to see finished work! 8. Learn from what works. Obviously you should draw what makes you happy, but if there's a character/style/thing you try that gets a lot of attention, maybe sprinkle it in a little more often! I know it's disconcerting when your 9-hour painting gets vastly fewer likes than your 30-minute doodle, but that means your doodling style is appealing. It sucks, but see the silver lining and learn from it if you can-- art is a roll of the dice.

#I wanna be clear that if you've seen me do this stuff; it's not because I've been strategically trying to get followers this entire time.#if we're friends it's 100% genuine not because I was trying to boost my brand #these are all things I did because I wanted to and then realised were helping build my account!#in fact probs my biggest piece of advice is to be genuine #''quick'' guide this is so long LOL IM SORRY

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Multiples of five for Tyler or else

1, What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

If Tyler tries to sit still with literally nothing to do, no TV or anything, he’ll fall asleep in like ten minutes. Usually he sits and does something with his hands, like reading or sketching, and he can do that for hours.

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

He’s generally pretty trusting, and after the outbreak (in whichever canon), people tend to show their shittiness a lot faster. He doesn’t have to let people earn his mistrust when they’re likely to put a gun in his face for supplies after they’ve known each other for five minutes. With one notable exception, he never trusts someone who puts a gun in his face.

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

He used to make a lot of excuses so he wouldn’t have to drive back to Oregon to spend time with his family. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, exactly, it was just that he liked his new life so much more and didn’t really want to be reminded of the stuff he left behind. Now that they’re all gone, he wishes he’d spent more long weekends with his parents.

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

The more on-the-spot the conversation is, the more awkward he is in it. It’s part of why the man’s so bad at dirty talk.

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

He simply would not. You’re not the boss of him, and he would leave.

25. What are their thoughts on marriage?

He’s very pro-marriage. He’s a sweet, romantic boy. He knew he wanted to marry Morgan for a long time before it was legal in Washington, which is why they got married just a few days after the law was passed. After... it doesn’t seem as important, somehow, but he’d still marry Dakota in a heartbeat if he could. We don’t want babies Leia and Rigsby to grow up bastards :///

30. Who do they most regret meeting?

Nobody that matters after the outbreak.

35. How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

He loves listening to things other people are excited about. He likes to see them light up as they explain things because it makes them beautiful. He’ll ask a lot of questions and let them ramble as long as they want.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Very sensitive. Sensitive enough that sometimes he images ones that aren’t there.

#oc: tyler moore #tommymillers

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fairymadnessyeah · 4 years

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Birthday Boys - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 : Welcome Home, Nii-san

Hope you like it

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22242565/chapters/55292371

Sunlight filtered through the window and the rag they called a curtain. Dabi grumbled as the light hit his eyes, waking him. Rubbing his eyes and sitting up on the bed, the raven looks at his left. Shigaraki's light blue hair shinning with the morning light greeted him, as he moved to get more comfortable, hugging the pillow and taking all the sheets for himself and leaving Dabi bear to the world.

The older man chuckled as he watched his boyfriend create a nest out of their bed. For as long as he known Tomura, he knew the man was always cold. He had even seen him use long sleeves in the middle of summer. Dabi laid back in the bed and stared at his skinny boyfriend amused. He noticed the bed sheets slipping off of his shoulder. With a low moan, Dabi started leaving small kisses and nips at the pale skin that was still coverred in hickeys from yesterday. Tomura groaned and blinked himself awake.

He huffed in annoyance and turned his eyes to Dabi. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

"But you're comfy..." Dabi said with a yawn and rolled on top of Shigaraki.

"Get your skinny ass off of me... " Tomura grumbled as he tried to burry himself into his pillow.

"You weren't complaining about my skinny ass yesterday" Dabi whispered in his ear. Tomura only groaned in responce. "It does feel a little sore. Won't you kiss it better?" Dabi continued teasing his boyfriend and, again, only got a groan as a responce. Although, louder and longer. "Well, can I at least kiss yours?"

Tomura stood up abruptly, making Dabi fall off the bed. Shigaraki was frowning down at his boyfriend as he looked up from his spot on the floor, looking smug as the little shit that he was. "You are bottoming until the bite heals." The pale man on the bed said and returned to his spot on the bed.

Dabi grinned and, standing up from the floor, stepped outside the room to go to the bathroom. After a couple of minutes, Dabi came back into the bedroom with a towel around his naked hips, his hair wet and a couple of rogue drops tracing a path throght all of his tattooed chest. As Dabi started getting dressed, Tomura was slowly getting out of the pile of sheets and pillows. By the time Dabi was ready, Tomura was sitting on the edge of the bed with only one blanket covering him like a robe, as he scratched lightly against his neck.

Dabi stood right in front of him and took his hands in his to stop him. He placed them around his own neck, making the other stand up from the bed, and when he was head to head with him, Dabi closed their distance, locking their lips into a tender kiss Tomura melted into. As the two separed their lips, Dabi hummed and fastened the bed sheet as a cape back on Tomura. "Y'know..." He sighted "You got horrible morning breath, creep" He told him and kissed the mole near his lips as Tomura pouted.

The two got out of the room and made their way through the apartment. Tomura going directly into the bathroom to shower and Dabi staying in the kitchen to make breakfast. He had made some coffee and had started pouring on cereal for Tomura as he sipped from one of the cups with coffee, the one with a MCR album picture, when said he stepped out the bathroom in his robe, a blast of steam coming out with him.

Dabi didn't understand how Tomura didn't cook himself alive with how hot he took his showers. He had learned to bath before Tomura, after their first week together as roommates. Tomura had run him out of hot water faster than anybody that had ever took a shower there. And that was an achievement, since Toga used to spend a lot of time here and always took two hours to get ready. Somehow, she had at least left hot water for him.

As he was making himself some toast with the oven, Tomura came out of the room wearing a black hoodie, black pants and his red sneakers. He took one of the cups, the one with mothman, and sat on the counter, with the bowl of dry cereal in his lap.

Once his toasts were done, Dabi pulled a chair next to his boyfriend. The two ate like that, with Tomura perched on the kitchen counter, eating dry cereal and Dabi spread on a chair near him as he ate almost-burned toast. They talked about Tomura's channel as they drank their coffee. The couple had actually really missed each other, and after spending an entire day making up for it, they still didn't want to spend time without the other.

But Tomura knew his boyfriend better than most. Dabi was avoiding something. And with how this last few weeks had gone, it didn't take a genius to deduce it was about his family. Or rather his sibblings and the promise he had made to his baby brother. From now on, starting next week, Shouto was going to work with Dabi on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and during this days, Dabi was supposed to contact the older pair of sibblings to try to reconnect.

"When are you seeing your sibblings?" Shigaraki asked Dabi, shooting the elephant of the room.

"I'm going to call them later..." Dabi told him, avoiding his gaze and trying to move on from this topic.

"You can't just call them," He told the raven. "You have to go see them. You can't start something with one foot outside"

"I... have work, babe" He tried to find excuses that could work.

"How many booked session today?" Tomura asked, tired of his boyfriend actions.

"Umm... One in a bit" Dabi said as he stood up from his chair to clean as he finished his breakfast.

"Alright," Tomura finished his coffee and his cereal and hopped out of the counter. "Where does your brother study?"

"Karasuno College, Natsuo is in the volleyball team" Dabi told him. Tomura took out his phone as Dabi finished up in kitchen.

The two made their way downstairs to the shop. Dabi at the front, opening everything and Tomura behind him, still staring and messing with his phone. When they reached the place, Tomura sat at the register as Dabi opened and turned on the lights. As the place started looking alive again, Dabi went next to his boyfriend and grabbed his sketch book. Before he could look for his pencil, Tomura showed him what he was doing with his phone.

It was an itinerary of Natsuo's univercity's team. Apparently it was a big deal. Years back it was supposed to be the home of a famous volleyball team that had won thousands of medals or something. Dabi, though, already knew this as he had enterred this site thousand of times before, as he had kept tabs on all of his sibblings. The tattooed man looked expectantly at his boyfriend. Tomura was a natural schemer and strategiest, if he showed him something there was a plan formulating or in the process at the moment.

"They have practice at 4:30 Pm, that gives you enough time to finish this booked appointment, and catch him before his practice and spend an hour or two with him. I will take care the store today and call and re-schedule today, tomorrow and Saturdays appointments." Shigaraki told him with a tone that left no place for discussion and put his phone down.

Dabi was thinking of something to get out of going to see his brother, but he was coming up empty. His boyfriend could be terrifing when he wanted to. He was almost sure that Shigaraki Tomura could achieve world domination in a year. If he was honest with himself, for a while, when they still had the gang going on, he could of swore that the only thing holding Tomura back was himself and his twisted love for his Sensei. And if the Tomura-Empire ever happened, Dabi would make sure he was right there next to his boyfriend in every step of the way.

Right now though, he wasn't able to come with any excuse to avoid this and Tomura knew so, judging by the stupid smirk he had on. It could not have been a better moment for the doorbell-guitar to go off and as a guy in a black jacket came inside for his tattoo. Tomura checked him and as he enterred the the side room where Dabi would tattoo him, Tomura took the phone and Dabi's booked appointments information and started calling them.

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Natsuo was having a very shitty month.

First, his strangled brother appeared out of thin air after 10 years of silence. Which really ended as baddly as he should have expected.

Then, he couldn't even stand his family as they acted as if everything was okay after the whole Touya incident part II. Because what did you do when something was horrible? You made a sequel out of it and pretend you liked the result.

After that, his friends, who he thought were getting kind of annoying after going from praising the living daylight out of his Old Man, to curse him everytime he was mentioned, told him he should take a break during the next two matches and not participate. Because apparently, he looked "tense".

And finally, the cafeteria, who had been his happy place for a long time, had cancelled Taco Thursday, for a salad bar.

Which okay, he could get behind for his vegan girlfriend. But today he could practice again to participate in the next match with his team. He deserved a spicy mexican treat.

Leaving his girlfriend with her friends so that she could enjoy the salad bar, he growled all the way out of the building as he searched with his phone for a place where they sold mexican food. He had just stepped outside when he saw him. Black dyed hair, intence blue eyes, tattooes and piercings covering his body. He was leaning against a motorbike, who Natsuo had to admit, was cool as hell and talking through his phone. Without even thinking it, Natsuo put on his best, 'Oh, yeah, Endeavor is my dad' face and greeted Touya as he approached him.

He knew it was a bad idea, but if he could show him how much they needed him and how much they missed him, maybe Touya would stay.

He heard his brother say, "I'll call you later " before he turned his attencion to the albino. "So... You have to... work around here or something?" He asked, trying to break the ice.

Touya stared at him and Natsuo could feel the gaze burning his very being. And after not seeing one another for 10 years and going through a horrible reunion, the first thing Touya ever said to Natsuo was:

"Take that phony thing you call a smile off your face. It’s creepy”

Natsuo did and looked down. He was too ashamed of himself to face his brother. Of course he didn’t want him in his life anymore.

Natsuo had never been there for him. He had just left him get beaten by Dad like a punching bag and when Shouto was born, he tried to hog him all to himself. And when he had run away, he was the first one to lose hope of him ever returning. He had left him for dead. No, wonder he never came back.

“Listen, Natsuo... I came here to talk, It might go bad or not but, in the very least, we’ll get some closure” Dabi said, making the albino look up in hope.

“Really?” Natsuo asked dazed, to which Dabi just shrugged. “Well... I was craving some spicy food, so...”

“Sure, I saw some food trucks while I was coming here, we could check them out.” Touya said as he took two helmets out of the saddlebag of the bike. He gave Natsuo the shiny gray one as he put on the black one with flames drawn on it.

Natsuo took the helmet and gasped excited as he looked between the helmet, the motorcycle and his brother. Then he abruptly stopped.

“Can I drive?” He asked seriously

“Not even if die” Dabi told him. His brother put on the helmet with a pout and hopped on.

They arrived at a park a couple of minutes later. There were a couple of kids playing near some swings and a slide, some adults watching over them on a bench nearby and two food trucks. One sold donuts and the other burritos.

Natsuo and Dabi went to both, one settling for burritos aand the other getting a jelly donut. All the way there and while they order the food, Natsuo told Dabi about his classes and his girlfriend, and he would of continued if Dabi hadn’t stopped him. The two were seated in a bench near the playground, but far enough so that they didn’t bother the kids playing there.

“Touya died a long time ago,” Dabi started “I’m not the same person you knew. I changed. I’m Dabi now... And I know you loved Touya very much but,... I can’t be him anymore.”

Natsuo stared at him speechless. He didn’t know what to say. When he imagined what it would be like if Touya ever returned it never went like this. (Well, his fantasies also included Touya punching Enji and knocking him uncouncios, so...).

But, never, not even in the horrible dephs of his imagination could he have come up with this. Because, even if the man in front of him would deny it, he knew his brother. He knew Touya. And there was a little bit of that in Dabi still.

There was still the shame and guilt of not being able of protecting his family, his saddness over being unbearable to look at for Mom, the stubborn determination they all inherited from their Dad.

There were some differences, but the core was the same.

It was Touya, and Dabi. It was his brother.

And God, had Natsuo missed him.

The albino decided to let it go and threw his arms around him, smothering him in a hug. Dabi let go of the breath he was holding and returned Natsuo’s affection, patting him in the back in return.

“Okay, that’s... alright for now” Dabi told him and separated them.

Natsuo sniffed, and rubbed away the small tears that formed in his eyes. He gave his brother a bright and giant smile, which Dabi returned with a small one. But it didn’t matter. Things were getting better.

The two stayed in the park until Natsuo had to leave for practice. They catched up as much as they could and even order more donuts, which Natsuo devoured and Dabi only ate one. As they parked in front of Karasuno’s gym, Natsuo gave his brother back his helmet and one last embrace.

“Oh, could you not tell Fuyumi about this? I kind of want to surprise her” Dabi asked the younger man.

“Sure... Hey, before you leave” Natsuo stopped him as he placed the keys on the ignition. “What made you change your mind? On your birthday you weren’t extactly happy to see us...”

Dabi sighed amused. “Shouto annoyed me until I caved” He told him and started the motorcycle. “See ya”

“Shouto, you damn brat...”

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After talking to his brother on Thursday, Dabi knew the easiest part was over. The two people left was Fuyumi and Mom.

He didn’t believe the doctors that took care of his mother would let him see her. And thinking about the woman really messed with his head. So, he would wait to cross that bridge when it came.

But Fuyumi was an issue all on her own.

It wasn’t that he feared she wouldn’t forgive him. What he most feared was her not accepting Touya was gone. He knew that she had still hope Touya would return before they knew about Dabi. And he felt it in his gut that she was not going to trancition Touya to Dabi like his brothers.

And Dabi couldn’t take it. He didn’t like that part of himself, even if he knew he had meant a lot to his sibblings. He had burried Touya a long time ago. And Shouto and Natsuo had already understood that without much of a fuss.

He really doubted Fuyumi would.

He had called the next day, asking if they could talk and she had invited him to dinner. Shouto was going to spend the weekend with his friends at UA, and Natsuo with his girlfriend. They said they didn’t want to interrupt the moment between them. Really, they were being smart and taking cover from the catastrophy Fuyumi’s and Dabi’s dinner was going to be.

He arrived at the apartment and when Fuyumi opened the door, he knew this was going to be a worse shit-show than he imagined.

Fuyumi had cooked Sukiyaki and Miso Tofu soup. Touya’s favourite dish. That took a lot of time to cook. Like a big, warm, welcome-back present.

Great.

He had barely stepped into the threshold when he came to an abrupt stop. Fuyumi, who was already in the talking about something excitedly, turned confused at him.

“I... Touya,” And suddenly Dabi felt like throwing up. He had to tell her, she deserved to know. But he couldn’t get the worlds out. He was terrified that Fuyumi would only accept Touya and nothing else. “Stop waiting for him,..” He finally said “Touya was gone the moment he ran away. I’m not him anymore. I can't.” He could feel the tears coming “I can’t hold your hand as we come back from school, and I can’t help you with your homework anymore.” He sniffed, willing his eyes to dry out of tears. “I’m Dabi now.”

Fuyumi sniffed and ran to him. The two collided in a mix of limbs. “I don’t care. I’m just happy my big brother, whoever he may be now, is back home and safe” She took his face and leveled him with her, looking directly into his eyes, with tears streaming down their cheeks. "Welcome back home, nii-san"

The two hugged for a while, enjoying the other warmth that they have missed. Once they separated, the two adults talked quietly to the other. about what had happened and how they were going to move on from there. All while they ate Fuyumi’s delicious cooking, accompanied with a glass of wine.

Fuyumi did give permission to Shouto to work in Inferno, but he wasn’t allowed to get any tattooes or pierciengs until he was 18. And she also expected to have a formal dinner with Shigaraki.

“Oh, I asked mom’s therapist and she said that if she reacted well to the news, you should be able to see her”

Dabi swallowed down his nervousness. The last time he had seen his mom, she had screamed like crazy and had pleaded mercy while calling him Enji. That had been a couple of months before Shouto’s accident.

“If you don’t feel ready, we can keep her in the dark but... she misses you a lot”

Dabi regreted what he told her until he got home.

#bnha fanfiction #bnha #dabi is a todoroki #shigadabi #todoroki family #todoroki touya #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #ao3

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magmacannon · 5 years

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Annnd lets do 25 - 36 for yarrow

AH thank u….

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

jhfhjf good question! He’s easy to make laugh (unless you hit a nerve or are Rude) and enjoys witty banter. He thinks he has a good sense of humor, though he’s a little sensitive since he’s never had long-term friends or had to deal with deep digs from them. He’s certainly funny though, god knows he looks ridiculous and the group loves to tease him.

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

In most cases he’ll let it show! Usually it’s left to just a smile and a humming laugh, but if it’s about love or from a really good experience he may puff his chest out, grin, and rub/clap his hands.

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

Yarrow won’t let many people know when he’s actually sad, though he’ll be more solemn. He doesn’t cry regularly (anymore), and when he did he’d usually hide it or…. have a highly public breakdown amongst a small group of people. He’s taken measures to not be ruled by his emotions like that anymore - he became a therapist as much for others as for himself honestly. (you know, God Blessings from the world’s most fickle god can lead to some shitty emotional control)

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

His most consistent fear is being taken advantage of, but he’s also scared of, uh, death a bit. Intimidated by death, would be what he’d say. He usually acts smartly when he’s scared, but he gets curt and reactive. As a wizard, Yarrow can be highly dangerous when he’s honest-to-god scared, because fright in battle usually ties itself very closely to anger. WAIT HE DOES HAVE A FEAR…. kids! Well, more like incredibly discomfort - his fear is having to care for kids, he doesn’t feel capable or qualified or good for kids, so he does get jumpy and reactive around them fhjfkd

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

Depends on the fear! If he feels he can help, he’ll approach them in private and talk to them about it pragmatically (or emotionally, if it’s more fitting). If not, he’ll stay quiet and help them how he can, if there’s a chance - that can be facing the cause of their fear should it appear or just silently supporting them.

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

hffdkjhdf uh…. yes? And yes, regularly. He also looks like he does aerobics (and probably some pole stuff lbr) to keep fit/release some endorphins. Pre-workout and Post-workout Yarrow is nearly indistinguishable from one another though - as long as he’s able to take a bath or shower, you won’t be able to tell what’s been happening fghjkfd

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

He drinks mmaybe a few drinks a week now, though he used to drink more in his party days. He’s uhh probably awful when he gets hungover - sulking and quiet and buried in blankets, or wandering around wrapped in them. If others are hungover he might lightly tease them, but he’ll make food and keep the noise down and all that.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

LKGFHJFD WAY over the top fashion but like… Good Looks for him (that’s the goal at least fhfd). Consistently looks like Eros going to the Met Gala. He buys his clothes from fashion designers (Edna Gnome being one, Gucky another ofc) or custom orders them, though! When he was young, Yarrow would in fact get his clothes second-hand - only really good ones bc he’s always been ridiculous looking. He SUPER wears the fashion(s) he likes, and sometimes wears makeup (depends on the day)/does his nails. Sleep clothes are either way over the top see-through nightgown looking things or just naked, you know. Depends on what’s been happening right before bed fghfjdYall KNOW his hair, he’s got too much of it, it’s bright pink and curly, and he gives it some GOOD care so he doesn’t look like an actual cotton candy cone.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

jhGGHJFD…. lacy underwear probably almost all the time. Or like… thongs and the like fhfjdkLook over comfort almost always is the goal.

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

At 6′9″, Blessed™ by Corellon, and dedicated to looking his best and staying fit/lithe enough to hold himself off the ground for 30-50 minutes at a time, Yarrow very much does like his body and its ability to shift a little bit daily fghfjkd

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

Guilty pleasure = trashy romance novels and filled pastries, Unguilty pleasure = LONG bubble baths and fancy clothing

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

He’s good at a LOT of things - magic, dancing (especially tango and flamenco), talking, lyre/flute, makeup, medicine, alchemy, sculpting, sketching, (some) cooking, and sex, of course. Hobbies overlap with his job (save for accounting, that’s not a hobby hjfkd). He definitely can sing! He’s not the best at it but he’s definitely not shabby, either. Basically, Yarrow’s an elf who’s spent almost every week of his 234 years alive learning and honing new skills fhfjkd

#crystalline-menace #thank you for the ask!!#C: Yarrow #dogs without horses #a bastard mans

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freddiefcknmercury · 6 years

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You really think I didn’t know? pt.3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black Reader/ Enby Reader

Word count: 1.9k+

Warnings/disclaimer: Angst; cursing;

A/N: This is the last part until A4. Unless I get a request for these characters again.

Summary: Steve is leaving to try and fix the universe. You're not prepared for it yet.

As always be nice to me I'm delicate

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It's weird to watch him scatter around like this. Frantic. Like when you're packing for a big trip and don't want to forget the cord to your phone. Initially you wanted to help him prepare but now you're just sitting on the couch trying to stay out of his way while he goes over whatever mental checklist he's working through.

You used to trip over each other all the time in the beginning; both too polite and just trying to give the other their own space. Accidentally smacking into him was like running into the side of a mountain at full speed. It stung like hell over your whole body, plus you can't deal with the incessant apologising. Now, though, if you didn't brush against each other at least 20 times a day did you really even see him at all? He'd never admit it if you were to ask him, but he's obviously trying to avoid eye contact. Can't blame him.

Maybe if he doesn't look at you it won't hurt as much when he finally leaves. It's weird thinking this could be the last time you see him. You just got him. The two of you just got this close. How much is this going to hurt later? It's almost weirder thinking he'll be right back. He's still going to be Captain America and you're demanding he pay rent.

He starts scanning the room for something. You know exactly what it is, he does it a lot for a super soldier. He must've let his mind get clouded. Feeling pockets. Visibly retracing steps. It's taking longer than you thought it would this time.

"Phone is on the counter by the coffee pot." He breezes over and sure enough there it is, plugged into the wall charging. He took a long look down at the counter before finally finding the courage to look at you for the first time in the last 30 minutes.

"Thanks." There's something more he wants to say; it's all over his face, but it's nothing you need to hear yet. He starts scattering again. After a while he slows down. There's an ever so brief glance in your direction then he dips in the closet, under the safe, and beneath a lose floor board. There's a crevice you didn't know was there until he lifts it and pulls out a small gym bag. Quickly ducking into his bedroom with it.

His door is directly across from yours. It's always closed though. Sometimes you'd stare at it in your mirror trying to think of reasons to knock just to have an excuse to look at him. You've only been in there once, just to deliver some mail, and it almost broke your heart. Dozens of beautiful and silly drawings strewn accross his desk and a sketch pad on his night stand. You thought about buying him some nice pencils for Christmas. They could almost distract you from just how empty and cold the rest of the room is. Aside from a bed and a record player there's almost nothing homey about it at all. There's just enough of something to make it comfortable, liveable, but not enough to miss it if he suddenly needed to leave. Like now.

You hear his door open and see the light switch off. He hasn't moved from the door frame yet though. Is he scared? Steve Rogers is scared... of you? He takes small light steps back into the front room. He's changed into his "uniform." That must've been what was in the bag. The stars are torn off his chest and the red has turned almost black, but it's unmistakable. There's something imposing, almost mean about it though. When you thought of Captain America before, all that comes to mind are explosions of rich bright colors and "freedom." But now, with this... this just feels hurt.

You have no idea how the expression on your face reads but it makes him shift uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry. I never wanted you to see..." he trails off running a hand through dark golden locs and rubbing the back of his neck. Hes annoyed; upset that he has to show you this, that you had to see him like this. It's sad but, he looks good. "Joseph" was sweet and quiet. He reminded you of a flannel blanket you might keep on the back of the couch. Always there, warm and comforting. Not that you didn't think Joseph couldn't defend either of you if he needed to, he's huge and can handle himself. Steve, though, Steve looks like he could kick some real ass.

"I've seen Cap before." You're trying to reassure him but you're not convinced that's how it came out. The two of you stare in each other's general direction for almost too long before he gets a sudden realisation and dips back into his bedroom. He comes out and drops a different duffel bag at your feet. It slams into the floor with a heavy thud. He gestures towards it, face serious.

"For you. Just in case." You uncross your legs slowly and bend to pull the zipper on the bag. Money. There's at least 100K in here. You're kind of horrified and still just a bit confused when you look up to read him. "Just in case." He repeats, voice a husky whisper.

I don't come back. That's what he wants to say. At least that's what the rest of that sentence really is anyway. What you both know he means. This is for you to pay rent and eat just in case I don't come back. You don't want to take it but he's not gonna let you decline. He doesn't want his trying to be a hero inadvertently kill you.

“And you only bought four cartons of ice cream?" He drops his head, a shy smile on his face. He carries the bag into your bedroom, you asume he has a hiding place in there too."I suppose you're all set then." You get up and meet him half way accross the room smoothing your hands down into your back pockets.

"Just about." His jaw is clenched. This is hurting him too, you can see it now. "...Is it weird?"

"Which part?" He finally meets your gaze. His eyes are watery. It looks like he's almost ready to cry, that makes your throat dry up.

"Having a superhero in your living room." He wants to lighten the mood, try to find some humour. He's witty when he wants to be, it's a lot of why you like him.

You shrug, "No, no not really." He cocks an eyebrow at you with the tiniest of smirks. You gesture vaguely at the front door, nodding. "Y'know... Ironman was just here so. It's lit." He laughs. It's soft and and short but he laughs. A real laugh with a real smile flashing all those pearly whites for the first time since dinner. He steps forward and presses his forehead against yours, nuzzling into you gently. You can feel his large steady breaths."If you die I'm gonna be really pissed."

"Mmm." He presses a kiss against your forehead while slowly sliding his hands up the back of your neck into the thick of your hair, gently massaging your scalp with the pads of his fingers. All those nights of natural hair gurus turned up too loud in the bathroom finally paid off something, even if you still have zero definition. You press into his chest gently; suggesting him backwards, leading him towards his bedroom door. You wonder if you could get into his pants again. He'd probably let you. You've kept him this long already right? Then you'd just end up missing him more and you're already on the edge of a breakdown.

"Lay with me. Until I fall sleep." You're not asking and to be honest it's the least he can do. He reaches behind himself to open it. He's cleaned up everything already, not that there was much to do. It's just as cold as you thought it would be. No drawings. No music. Just a place some guy used to sleep. You crawl into bed and he pulls you into him. Just as warm as always, but this uniform is uncomfortable as fuck. It smells like metal, smoke, and a list of places you've never been. There's a buckle slightly digging into your shoulder but you can't care. This is exactly where you want to be even if it only lasts another hour.

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A car alarm just up the street wakes you up. You roll onto your side to look at the clock on the night stand: 9:53. You immediately feel the hole. He's long gone by now. No chasing after him. You're trying to decide if he really is just incredibly stealthy or if your body decided that last night would be the first time in months you'd sleep heavy and undisturbed. You could cry, that's the next logical step, but there's something just under your skin telling you not to. At least not yet. You get up to make breakfast when you notice the card taped to the back of the door. You grab it but stare blankly into the void. Sitting at his desk flipping it back and forth between your hands for a good 10 minutes. You almost don't read it. You can't be told goodbye, it wouldn't be fair. It's a shitty Steve move he'd try and pull though. There's some crumpled pieces of paper in the waste basket. He tried writing this a few times. Do not fucking cry. You don't know if it's courage or fear that finally made you open it.

Don't let me hurt you.

Know when to run.

Eat ice cream every day.

Please pet the cats.

There's a huge knot of stress forming on the back of your neck but you're not gonna cry. That wasn't so bad. You hate to admit it and you never would, but that note will probably go with you everywhere. Just until he gets back. Your stomach starts talking to you, sleeping in and stressing out aren't great for running on empty. Walking into the kitchen you get stopped short. That sentimental asshole left you two gifts. What was probably a nice warm homemade breakfast of pancakes, that is now cold. And a t-shirt, folded and placed neatly on the counter right under your phone. Right where you can see it. All it says is "Brooklyn." You think it's new, you've never seen him wear it at least. You can smell him as soon as you pick it up. Jerk. It's like he soaked it in Steve before he left. You thought maybe you could hold back the tears another few days, a week if you really really wanted to. You lasted 20 minutes.You preheat the oven to warm your pancakes and slip his shirt-your shirt-over your head. Plopping yourself up on the counter. You just let the tears roll down your face. Why fight it? No whining. No sobbing. Just tears as you replay the events from the last day over in your mind. Wishing you gave into every impulse "just in case." Hating yourself for not believing in him enough to know he's coming back. He's fucking Captain America... You chuckle lightly to yourself.

"You really thought I didn't know..."

Part Four(End)

#steve rogers #steve x reader #steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x genderless!reader #you really think i didnt know #captain america #post snap au #mine #fan fiction #black!reader #genderless!reader #natural hair

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alannah-corvaine · 6 years

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alannah&nine; important otp questions

[ art by kinomari ]

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

Nine rocks the seat, Alannah’s clinging for her life and screaming like an infuriated banshee, and eventually she throws up on him. He never does it again.

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

They’re new parents, so it’s more like when do they both have energy and no interruptions.

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

Shared showers are kind of a staple of their relationship, so one doesn’t really have to push the other one into it, it’s just something they do often. What kind of shower it is mostly just depends on what kind of day they’ve had. They’ve both been instigators of soapy sexy time, but Alannah particularly enjoys scrubbing Nine’s back.

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

Nine will walk around in all nature’s glory if he’s not in his workshop, Alannah just pinches the bridge of her nose and is like yes that is a nice sight but the blinds are open can you please not tempt the neighbors.

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

Nine, but halfway through the night he’ll move back to the bed because like hell is he going to screw up his back because of some dumb argument. Five minutes later she’s cuddling him like a koala, so he knows she’s over it too.

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

Lannah, probably.

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

Nine said it first. Alannah took a long time because she was afraid to say it, though she was the one who took the first steps toward their relationship. Nine’s more likely to end an argument with “because I love you” because sometimes she needs it drilled into her head.

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?

Alannah is 100% guilty of “borrowing” just about every article of clothing Nine owns.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

Both. Sometimes Alannah will have a research breakthrough in her dreams, she’ll shoot straight up and start muttering to herself, then falls back asleep as she’s leaning over to reach for her glasses. Nine will sometimes wake up to sketch some plans for his latest project or he’ll wake her up to tell her about an idea he’s just had and asks her to remind him in the morning. They both have awful nightmares, and they’ve developed what are probably not the healthiest mutual coping mechanisms, but a lot of times it involves fucking each other back to sleep.

10) Who is more likely to cheat?

Neither. It’s not something that either of them ever worry about, because there’s nobody else who could ever understand what they’d been through together besides each other. Alannah still carries around some insecurities, comparing herself to older, more beautiful, experienced women, but Nine shuts that nonsense down like it’s a game of whack-a-mole.

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

Nine makes fun of Lannah for her reaction to him shirtless, which always turns her face a most becoming shade of pink, and her response to that is usually a mumbled, “we’re married, I’m allowed to stare.”

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

Alannah is the notorious food fight starter.

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

Neither. Alannah can’t sing to save her life and Nine is just like “no.”

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

Hand Holding -- Alannah Butt Grabbing -- Nine Arm Around Waist -- Both Fingers in Belt Loops -- Alannah

15) Who likes to write the others name on their wrist?

I can’t really see either one of them doing this, though Alannah probably absentmindedly scribbles her new married name all over her notes.

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

Alannah on both counts, though she’s absolutely ridiculous when she’s drunk and ‘seductive’ is perhaps not the right word. Oh she tries, but it’s mostly just hilarious.

17) Who is more protective?

Alannah, because she still carries guilt over his death and she blames herself for not being able to save him. Anyone that tries to lay a hand on him now is probably not going to have a good time.

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

Nine. Alannah’s more likely to get caught up in her thoughts and watch him sleep while she’s thinking.

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

In a universe with cars, Nine would drive. Not only because he’d probably be a car junkie and mechanic, but because Alannah’s driving skills would leave a lot to be desired.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

Nine will fall asleep with his head in Alannah’s lap while she’s reading, but he’s too heavy for her so she’ll kiss him awake and he’ll toss her over his shoulder and carry her to bed.

21) Who cuts the others hair?

Alannah hasn’t had a haircut in years, but she does trim Nine’s hair when it gets too long. Which is probably why it’s never the same length on any given side.

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

Alannah on the first count, Nine on the second. Mostly because Alannah will get completely caught up in her research and forget that the rest of the world exists, so he’ll just flood her linkpearl until she finally answers. She does the same to him whenever he’s been in his workshop for too long.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

Alannah’s insecurity isn’t “I’m not good enough for you,” it’s “You died and I couldn’t do anything, and then I fucked up your life when I brought you back.” She carries a lot of heavy guilt for that, and it’s especially bad on the nights where she has nightmares. She is afraid of losing him, but to death, not to an end of the relationship. Thankfully, Nine is patient with her, not only because he loves her, but because he’s done things to her that he feels terribly guilty for too.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

On nights when Aislinn actually goes to sleep when they put her to bed, they’ll turn the lights down low in the kitchen and turn on the orchestrion. Alannah will pull him into a sway dance while she cooks, and Nine does the lifting.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

Alannah brings the puns, Nine supplies the terrible sex jokes.

26) Who kissed first?

Alannah kissed him first.

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

Nine will order food at ungodly hours when he’s working late in the workshop, Alannah will wake him up to get her a glass of water because she’s as blind as a mole in the dark, even with her glasses and things are less likely to get broken if he just gets a drink for her.

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?

Neither. They prefer to express their affection physically rather than with words.

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

“Hey lannah, watch this.”

Alannah drives.

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

Alannah has sought out several methods to correct her vision that don’t involve glasses, but wears them distinctly more often after Nine tells her he likes them on her.

#benedictions]&[bulletholes #told you id do them all >>#long post

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stripestheboar · 6 years

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So... recently celebrated my birthday a couple days ago. Decided to sketch a little thing in thirty minutes. Finally got me to work up the willpower to start posting again.

So. Where I’ve been.

I recently got a job, hence the slowness. It’s been a bit stressful, but hey, money is money, amaright?

I’m getting back onto my schedule again. Now that my big day has passed, I’m going to start being productive like I’ve used to be. I still need to answer long overdue asks. I still need to get back to drawing.

Remember: practice makes perfect. I’m always trying to remind myself of that. No matter what.

...

Did I ever tell you guys why I stopped doing fanfiction years ago? I used to be a writer for myriad of fandoms, but soon enough, I left them all one day. I had chapters created and ready to post and whatnot and... well... I never found the strength to finish the story. I chalked it up to laziness, and to be fair, it was a big part of it. But after a while, I realized it was because I was just... embarassed.

I write fanfiction on the internet. I got a Tumblr so I could recieve at least a moment of validation with every little heart that appears or every reblog I recieve. I also got a blog so I could... y’know... blog. But everytime I try to write something about myself or how I feel about something, I usually end up deleting it before I can even get it out there out of shame. It’s not that I’m afraid that people won’t like me; I’m afraid that it’s not what they want out of my blog. It’s an Undertale blog. It’s a Batman blog. Either way, people don’t want to hear about my thoughts on this or that; people want what they came for, whether it’s comedy or reading material or what have you.

I feel shame for the way I feel, as odd as that sounds. I get enbarassed about what I create. It took me four chapters of From Within the Core before I was just like... “what the fuck am I writing?” The Mad Hatter’s Guide to Happiness on my other blog is another one. I reread the chapters and constantly hit myself over the head for every poor literary choice I make. “You made him too snarky,” I’d scold myself. “That’s not what people want to see.” I mean, it’s all things I personally like, but I feel as though it’s an embarassment to everyone else. I’m afraid people will like me less when I reveal all my ships. I’m afraid people will judge me based off of who I am in real life. I’m afraid to open up because I think people will become uninterested in my blog if I do.

Ugh... I’m a year older. Aren’t I supposed to be happier around this time?

...

Y’know, even though I was embarassed, I never deleted the old stories I posted. All the shitty fanfiction of romance and horribly written jokes I though were funny back when I was a dipshit? Back before I discovered Tumblr? I never found the heart to delete them. I’m embarassed, yeah, but I still keep them around. Probably because it’s a testament to my improvement. To show that I’ve worked hard to get to the level of where I’m at. That I truly have a passion for writing, even if some of the ideas were so cringeworthy I felt as though my thorax would collapse and I’d be sucked into the fourth demension.

They’re stupid... but they’re me. I liked it, and that’s why I did it. That’s why I still do it. I just... want to feel something, y’know? Something special that video games or reading could never grant me. I just want to express myself.

...

It’s 11:30 at night.

I’m not even going to bother editing this.

I’m sorry if this was all shit you didn’t care about.

I think I’m gonna be sick.

Happy Birthday, me.

#happy birthday to me #update #rant

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ariesbilly · 6 years

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this got SUPER long so its going under the cut but this is the f*lice rant i was talking about lmao enjoy! (full disclosure i also end up going on a fredsythe rant because i gotta, ok. yall gonna make me sit through this stupid ass storyline when a better one is RIGHT FUCKING THERE so yeah, im mad. fp jones also likes men get over it.)

Sorry but there's literally nothing new inventive shocking or compelling about a storyline where two grown ass straight MARRIED adults are pining over each other because they had some weird romantic connection nearly 30 fucking years ago that may or may not have resulted in a fucking teenage pregnancy that im sure NOBODY wanted like yall really out here wanting me to believe what? alice cheated on her boyfriend and got knocked up by a dude who represented everything she was trying to get away from? and she told hal the kid was fps but never told fp himself? because that makes all of ZERO FUCKING SENSE! even if they wanted to throw out “well alice and hal were broken up at the time” its still SO out of character for alice like i know she had her wild child serpent days but its not something she looks back on with fondness so why the HELL does anyone think its a good idea to set her up with the fucking LEADER of the entire GANG are you all sniffing glue?? and then theyre trying to sit here and vilify hal so that we root for alice to hook up with fp in present day? the fuck outta here im not about to sit and cheer on alice’s character regression. first of all yall need to stop getting mad at 17 year old hal for not wanting to be a father and handling this situation poorly he was a TEENAGE BOY i know yall think everyone needs to be pristine angels from birth but thats not how life works and second of all he has every right to be sketched out that his daughter brought forth her long lost brother to fill in the void polly left, especially when the first time hal sees chic hes fucking BLEEDING after being attacked for god knows what reason in hals mind like... im team hal on this one he’s the only one with some self preservation alice and betty about to get themselves killed i s2g all these dumb ass decisions are being made, which in itself is bad enough, but to make it so obvious that this is all being done to eventually prop up a ship that is the very definition of fan service, is beyond ridiculous and terrible writing. like i get it. madchen and skeet are hot and have chemistry (which...btw....literally all the parents have insane chemistry with each other but no focus on the boring obvious straight pairing i guess but oh do not worry i have more to say on that later) i get it. but what is the purpose of that if you cant write an interesting story? and dont get me started on how shoehorned this recent ~connection~ is like yes i admit in s1 i got vibes from them (which, stay on this blog for 5 minutes and you will soon realize i can romantically/sexually connect pretty much any pairing amongst the parents because, like i said, they all have insane chemistry and they all say weird shit to each other). but i cannot believe yall sat here and thought the whole sexual frustration comment after fp got out of prison or the “leave him” exchange felt authentic??? like is it me? am i the one in the twilight zone? somebody help me out here. alice and fp in s1 couldnt stand each other and now shes all joking about his sex life ?? fp almost started a huge fight during that dinner with her and hal and the kids and yet im supposed to believe he’s been pining after her all these years?? like maybe id have an easier time believing this shit if i hadnt seen how he interacts with fred (oh yes. we’re going there because im tired of this HETERO NONSENSE GOING ON ALL THE TIME IN TELEVISION WHEN THEYVE LITERALLY SET UP BETTER OPPORTUNITIES FOR SAME SEX RELATIONSHIPS IM IN A MOOD SO WE’RE GOING ALL OUT) but to close off this part of my rant (oh and i didnt even touch upon how gross itd be for betty and jughead to share a sibling lmfao but that should be self explanatory): there is literally no conceivable way for this shit to go down and not make me lose respect for alice (fp i can give a slight pass to on the front of he and his wife being separate, but even then if he goes after alice while she’s still with hal....you done fucked up). first of all, going after your daughters boyfriends/ex boyfriends father is weird. second of all, if chic is in fact hals son, then they need to work on bringing the family together. hal is not a lost cause. chic is creepy as hell if anything i can see him pulling some shit that brings betty hal and alice closer together but no that makes too much sense so the writers probably wont do that! so theyre either gonna continue to push hal out so that itll be “acceptable” for alice to run to fp, or hal has to literally just fucking die and then what? alice goes to fp in her time of grief? im gonna throw up.

and now on to the gay shit

im supposed to compare f*lice and fredsythe scenes and come out thinking alice was the one he was in love with? bitch WHERE? fp has a sordid past with both alice and fred for different reasons. we dont know the full extent of what happened with alice (if anything but for the sake of predictability that i know to expect from a cw show, lets say they do) but given how they interact with each other we can assume it was bad. and we all know fred and fps history and how dark that got for fp (like i literally wrote up a whole thing about it if you want a link i’ll send it to you) and yet no matter the past, fp had probably his most lightest moment of the show with fred. he was willing to drop everything and help fred and soon as he asked (which, btw, fred didnt even ask for help. fp knew he was in trouble and that was it. thats all he needed and he was there for fred). THAT is love, ok. THAT is a relationship worth delving into beyond 2 friggen episodes in season 1. And yes this same storyline thats been given to f*lice with this whole adultery nonsense, but with fp and Fred, would actually be interesting because two gay kids in the early 90s actually have a valid reason for not being together and not ending up together. and then you add on that fps from the south side and fred the north, and that makes things even more complicated for them because then you can have a whole scenario of fp thinking hes not good enough for fred and ending things because of his own insecurities, his way of trying to push fred towards a better life... like THAT makes sense. even if fred and fp were never a thing and you just went with fp being in love with his best friend all these years and he could never have him (which still makes sense because i mean come on, freds casanova ways in high school with the ladies? fp sitting on the sidelines trying to be a supportive best friend but dying on the inside, never telling fred how he feels?) not to mention like half the serpents are gay as hell and there would be such a great story to tell for why all these gay south side kids end up in the same gang under fps wing, because he’s making up for his own shitty upbringing, he wants these kids to know someones looking out for them like...if the writers need plots and backstory I can give you them for free it really didn't take a lot of brainpower but no by all means tell me how the two ~straight~ kids who grew up on the same side of town under virtually the same circumstances, one of whom wanted NOTHING MORE THAN TO SHED HER SERPENT IMAGE AND CREATE A BETTER LIFE FOR HERSELF, and the other who keeps going on about wanting to put his family back together, had such a tragic backstory and its not just a blatant midlife crisis on both their ends. please. by all means. enlighten me. 😒

#i hate bad tv writing lmao like bruh...#BISEXUAL FP JONES BEING IN LOVE WITH HIS BEST FRIEND FOR DECADES MAKES MORE SENSE THAN STRAIGHT FP JONES CHASING AFTER A MARRIED WOMAN #THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TEDTALK !#bewareoftrips #kxvinkeller #i know you guys wanted the rant lol

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extradan · 6 years

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Hey I like your art a ton and I was wondering just how long you have been drawing and working to improve as an artist.

Oh my gosh haha thank you so much for liking my art!

I have been drawing for the longest time, I think ever since kindergarten, well at least the artistic dedication!

I used to draw my when i was in middle school, starting from fourth grade i have been drawing more and more frequently until fifth grade in which I was drawing on a daily base, back then I would also be sitting and making animations on flash, which unfortunately I dont have backups of

but from middle school, up to high school 2012, my art never improved, it was just all the same all the time, I was back then on ritalin and I decided to start my first pony blog, while updating my blog, I couldnt consider yet Tumblr being part of the effective social websites that I go on as nobody was following me and I had no one to intreact with back, tumblr would be the thing i would check once every few days, it was nothing to me but a mere another google plus, until i was sponsored by catfood-mcfly back when he was running the Herpy Derpy blog, and thats where I got recognized and I was determined to continue my activity on tumblr as an ask blog, and I have gotten to become more interactive with people, being inspired by the many of the art I have been seeing from following other people, I would adopt and experiment with what I saw mostly shines through their art, and 2012 was the year I have made the biggest change in my art throughout the months, whitin 6-8 months I have improved by a ton! tumblr was a very resourceful to the evolution of my art! and I also made so many friends and I have as well learned to become a better person! I am a better person of who I used to be in the past, and i am still improving! there are still a lot of things I need to work about myself as a person!

Also stepping out of drawing in flash and starting doing my stuff in sai was revolutionary to my art, flash back then wasnt recognized fully as an animators program by macromedia and neither by adobe, as they saw it an all purpose program for making goptimized ames and ads, only until all browsers and webpages grew out of flash and flash officially was blocked by all browsers since you could have implanted malicious codes into flash files, only then flash recognized as an art and animation tool for creators.

So moving to sai allowed me to build sketches and bodies easily and paint and yadda yadda and it was all great and helped boosting my art upwards

Flash limited my improvement as I wasnt drawing sketches on flash since you couldnt just lower the opacity of the layer you drew the sketch on, you would have to go through several actions to achieve that, but you would be lowering the opacity of your selected drawing and not the layer, I couldnt also paint on flash and flash ever since the stone age had those horrible vector tools that SUCKED DICK unless you do stretching and smoothing and fixing, in my opinion at least, they did improve the vector system a bit BUT IT STILL SUCKS, i prefer bitmap brushes more, which why I prefer Toon Boom harmony as a program for animators.

If you have been back in the days, you could have watched me go through a several phases! like drawing like atryl, raikissu’s shading and coloring styles, florecentmoo’s shading techniques and eye pupil style, and I uhh.. dont remember the rest, but theres have been a lot of artists out there whom I adopted artistic traits like:

theflyingtacoz, kittentoots(drunk fluttershy), w300, Santi, belaboy, dr idiot, inzergue (big impact on my current style), David (the guy who now works on mighty magiswords along with kyle), fungasm, colorlesscupcake (known as caek now), ahappypichu (a pretty powerful current impact on how i paint my art today), uhh, also “pinkie in private” which, to this day, drawing the way the draw the cheek for their characters, and some other artists I that I couldnt come up in my mind but I did adapt a trait or two from.

My current big inspirations are artists who work on OK KO and as fake as it might sound, my own fiance! yes!! they have been an inspiration for me for quite a while even back at 2012, but to how I viewed it, I never really dared to adopt anything from them because I was so out of their league, and my art was still shaping and i already had ideas that I wouldnt think would work if i mixed some of their’s, but now that my art have been developed and has a solid state of how it looks, they inspire me so much!!

Drawing ponies was probably the best practice I have ever had that thanks to that I have pushed so far in the art that I do, ponies are so simplified!! and easy to draw! it allowed me to produce more and that means that it allowed me to experience differently with each time!

It helped me improve with a lot of stuff like gesture, facial and painting and other other minor stuff! drawing ponies was such a booster seat for me!

But unfortunately, from drawing ponies alot you wont learn how to draw humans, which understanding muscle, action line, figure and bones is so crucial for drawing, anything really! understanding how the body works is extremely fundamental and its there for you to know how to manipulate the drawings your making, of any specie, its not there to just teach you how to draw the anatomy of the human body, that will only serve as a plus.

I have learned a lot from ponies but how bodies work and draw clothes lmafo, to this day I cant draw clothes for days

in 2014 I ordered a really good book and I have polished my anatomy and human drawing skills, I yet dont know some stuff because i stopped practicing because of varios reason like relationship, access and physical health.

In the begging of the year I acquired a cintiq and it been nothing but dreadful to me, but im using it because i spent.. so much money on it.. and i have been so concerned about bringing it to my home country as well.. but it has the adventage of a screen so...

its just, I dont have a low enough desktop or high enough chair to draw on it, its always above my shoulder no matter the angle and it puts so much weight on my shoulders, the thing is heavy too so its not something you could lean on your legs while you draw, neither it is portable, it made work much more harder and difficult and I wasnt drawing as frequesnt because my time wasnt so so enjoyable, my 2015 as well become a dreadful year to me and I was feeling guilty and shitty everyday, and it was my fault because it was all my doing and i let myself feel that way, and I had barely the stamina to work on my art ever over the year, I also lost my passion and motivation to draw and basically it dragged also to 2016, I drew a few commissions but I didnt produce much art neither, then I flew over the united states and I didnt have acess to drawing for 4 months as i was away from my equipment, my fiance had the equipment, but that means that I would have to use their computer for all the dedicated hours I use to work on my art and they would have nothing but a mere phone to entertain themselves, also our time togehter was really precious and every minute counted, so we rathered having fun other than doing work work work

2017 came and I still had the sense of drawing lost in me, I would draw whenever i would have a piece of paper available to me since I find fun in that, since im comfortable and cozy and i dont have to concentrate the entirety of my body weight on my hand and arm as i draw, but I would never draw on the cintiq unless its a miracle or if had a crazy comic idea in mind that i had and MUST HAD executed, i almost didnt draw anything in 2017, and neither in this year but the ok ko drawing i have recently created, but I found a new comfortable focus and its doing 3d, I am using my mouse to do everything and i dont have to feel my horrible chair scraping againt my butt like sandpaper, and I dont to feel like my shoulders are about to give up, I did try Tam’s 13hd and it was so much more comfortable and nice to draw on as i could put it on the bed or on my legs, but I cant afford another expensive piece of equipment, especially not in this generation of technology, wacom fucking sucks but no other brand is willing to be their competitive because tablet is not the purchase the average person would make.

Another reason why I have been so held on drawing and using the cintiq, which was probably the most major thing was it’s total, hot flaming shitty garbage diarrhea poopy stank abysmal horrible disgusting nasty dumbass smelly drivers which made every chance i had to draw a miss because i would battle myself from 30 minutes to over a hour fixing my tablet to draw a single thing, and its been like that every time i would turn my cintiq on! the situation was severe and everytime i would find a solution, it would be later suppressed, it was so harsh that i had a few months in which nothing I would do would make the drivers function, i was basically tabletless, so many, and a lot of opportunities for me to create a piece of drawing was flushed in the toilet with the rest, and so it was a deeper burden on my passion, determination and motivation to draw.

But yeah, now im doing 3d and it feels like a fresh hobby to me since I felt that im not going anywhere in and with my art (even though I yet have to learn how to draw bodies better, let alone drawing limbs, feet and CLOTHES!!)

and now the future has yet to be revealed!

#kawaii-corvid

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sweetredcherryblossomtree · 7 years

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Moving in with your bf should be fun, great, wonderful.

Except I haven’t actually had any time with just him in this apartment. And he keeps going over to his friend’s place which is 30 min away and he may not even come back tonight because he is “sick” but he’ll probably just pass out instead. Which is whatever, you know? This place needs to be unpacked but my mom and my sister are still here. And my mom JUST remembered that she needed my birth certificate to validate my health insurance except it was due either yesterday or today but funny enough, I can’t find it??? It is in a gray folder that I clearly remember someone asking if it was important to pack and me saying “yeah” but I don’t remember who the person was? If it was Zach, it’d be in one of his boxes, if it was my mom, it would be in one of mine. Except my mom is a ditz and I don’t know if it’s from age or her medication but it’s getting to me. My mom and my sister are also barely helping me unpack or even find my stupid birth certificate. I’m half convinced that I don’t even have it here honestly. Like, they’ll just come and watch me unpack and I’ll drop hints that help would be cool but nah. My sister may help for a minute but then she’ll get bored and then take a nap in MY bed ((:

And I can’t say or do anything because they are both paying hundreds of dollars for me which is horrifying. Like my mom is saying it’s all for my birthday which I honestly forgot was a thing because I’ve been so stressed. I had a job interview on my birthday and I FORGOT ABOUT IT AND DIDN’T GO. It was for one of my all time favorite stores too so I’m just SCREAMING.

Oz also ate part of the carpet in the sunroom which is....fucking fantastic. The lights in my bathroom also are shitty so applying my make up is a challenge because the color saturation is so off?? AND THERE ARE BOXES EVERYWHERE BUT NO ONE WILL HELP ME UNPACK???? Like Zach got pissed off that my mom wasn’t helping me but he isn’t really either and it’s his place too??? Also, I’m sketched out that we won’t pay the rent on time (ITS DUE TOMORROW??) I have my half but I can’t afford Zach’s half also so like, this isn’t fucking working out already or something? Like wtf. Idk. I’m just angry. I love my mom and my sister but my mom get’s annoying to deal with after 2 days because she doesn’t understand my need to be alone. So she’ll just find me, sit beside me and talk about things she talks about all the time or stuff that is just...stupid. Like she believes everything she reads on her online christian sites and it’s annoying because she won’t believe me when I say none of it is fact for the most part?? And she’ll try to have these conversations with me while I’m listening to a video or music or even trying to sleep and I just can’t handle this.

On the brightside, while this place isn’t as pretty as Wilmington, it’s pretty neat. Everything is conveniently nearby. I mean everything. Our apartment is like in the best location ever. This city is also giant and all my favorite stores in the world are concentrated in one area and I love it. Plus the mountains are two hours away and it’s already pretty hilly here too. Downtown is beautiful. And there is so much to do here? And aside from some minor things, our apartment is fucking amazing. It’s newly renovated and pretty and there is so much space. I have my own room and huge closet and my own bathroom and so much cabinet space! Oz even has his own room technically and I’m going to train him to be free roam so hopefully he’ll be fully cage free within a year or two. Also, there is valet trash pick up??? AT YOUR FRONT DOOR??? You just leave your trash outside at a certain time of the night and then IT VANISHES by the morning??? HOW WONDERFUL IS THAT??? I HATE TAKING OUT THE TRASH THIS IS SUCH A WONDERFUL THING FOR THIS PLACE TO OFFER. We have huge windows and while it is very shady,there still is enough sunlight to please me. Everything is so nice? Compared to my old piece of shit apartment?

Also, we bought hay for Oz when we got here but it was walmart hay because it was the only store open and I had a terrible allergic reaction to it. Like I was so miserable and even claritin wouldn’t clear it up but I switched him to a new type of hay and he likes it and I’m not allergic to it???? IT IS A MIRACLE. It’s just harder to get in bulk but I’ll figure that out! But I just want my mom and sister to leave (((: I am so done with them. It’s not even funny. And I’m kind of upset because this place is still a clusterfuck but Zach wants us to go visit his mom on Tuesday??? TOMORROW??? For like 2 days???? And have his friend come over and feed Oz but like this place isn’t fit in any way. And he hasn’t started applying for jobs?? I started 3 weeks ago but he hasn’t even made his resume and I’m just...screaming. I love Zach, I do, but I’m still screaming.

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