#now back to writing and painting hhhhh

[cerealforkart]

Dungeons and Daddies the Manga Lesson 19: Pop Punk

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Disappointed Faces of Your Peers (Page 73)

[Link]: How do we get goth like you, Scary?

[Scary]: All you need to do to be a good goth girl,

(or boy ig)

Is take all the love you have for yourself and throw it out.

-

[Effect]: BANG!

[Link]: Okay, I’m going to try and visualizing this and put all the love I have for myself into a fingernail…

[Terry Jr]: What the fuck! 

They could hear that!

[Link]: Whatever man…

-

[Normal]: I’m writing down everything I love about myself,

and I’m putting it behind this dumpster. 

[Link]: That’s pretty lame…

[Normal]: Well, you suck. 

-

[Taylor]: I will take all the love I have for myself– the abundance of it- and channel it into 

Kaguya Shinomiya

So, my love for her is just double now. 

One Day, I’ll Leave You a Phantom (Page 74)

[Terry Jr.]: Hey, I need to tell you something. 

[Scary]: (Sigh)

What?

[TJ]: I don’t think I make it out of this part.

[Scary]: … What?

[TJ]: There was an item in D.A.D.D.I.E.S. HQ…

-

[TJ]: The Die Another Day.

I rolled it and I aw the Black Parade, 

and I saw you, holding the tape measure. 

-

[TJ]:Something hits me in the head. 

I go down. 

-

[TJ]: I just want you to know so it doesn’t freak you out.

[Scary]: No! I mean- I- I don’t care. 

[TJ]: Right. I’ve left Veronica a letter…back home..

[Scary]: Well, she’s gonna be pretty cheesed with just a letter!

So maybe you should…

Stick around…

So Paint It Black and Take it Back (Page 75)

[Effect]: Flip!

[Hermie]: Forward five steps. 

[Effect]: STOMP!

Oof!

-

[Effect]: Hhhhh…

SHHH

[Scene]: Silence

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Give a Cheer For All The Broken (Page 76)

[Taylor]: (understood!)

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[Combat box]: Thaumaturgy

[Scary]: This is original. Just wrote it. 

It’s called… Wiser

-

 [Poem, Scary]: The world breaks down into two veils.

One sits heavy on me,

drenched in thorns,

the other with knowledge,

thus impales me,

like a bitter devil with one horn.

The world breaks you down and then you die,

leaving nothing but the mess you’ve made.

Follow me to break the tie,

embrace the nothingness of the Black Parade.  

Everything sucks and no marching band

can give the truth.

Like my poetry now. 

I have no wisdom,

No fucking plan.

That makes me wiser.

Don’t ask me how. 

The end. 

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[Dice roll, Scary]: Intimidation 23

[Effect]: Murmur

Murmur

Murmur

[Combat box]: Vibe Damage, The Mood, - A Lot 

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#easiest end card ever #he doesn't actually appear in the pages #but he deserves it #dungeons and daddies #dndads #scary marlowe #lincoln li wilson #normal oak #taylor swift dndads #terry jr #vince #doodly #yonkoma

[knightfeared]

◆  @myristicisms​   → 

   ❝  I'm inhaling like that one crow getting ready to yell!!!!!! Your portrayals are genuinely so wonderful and I can tell you put a lot of care into each character you write as!!! 

You have such a lovely way of writing that visualizing what's going on when interacting with you is super easy which helps me keep my own flow when we write together and as a whole I just really enjoy writing with every muse of yours that I can get my grubby little hands on!!! Be it rivalry or shippy stuff or just the usual platonic stuff we usually write albeit super gd angsty, it's always enjoyable and the fear I experience whenever I see a notif from you is always easily anticipated and always has me hella excited. 

Keep going and quit being so worried about how you write characters!!!! You do your muses incredible justice.  ❞

╰（  hey…how’s my portrayal? ♡  ）

           *GANNA.

           FIRST OF ALL  -  you’re amazing! So this just hhhhh               The reassurance it brings is insane, because I do admire your writing so much  -  how you’re able to get into a characters head  &  come up with ic HCS that fit them while also being so uniquely your own. Each character you write, they always turn out super developed  &  your passion for each muse never fails to shine through for each one you pick up.

           I think I’ve told you before, but if not. I’ll gladly say it now  -  only reason I’m able to write as well as I can now with you, is because of you yourself! You have this way of writing where you delve into a characters head, their thoughts  &  feelings  &  your descriptions paint such a vivid display it’s incredibly easy to visualize the scene in my head  &  toss something back. You’re the kind of writing partner that hypes others up through your writing alone, while also inspiring that motivation to match  &  do just as well in digging into ones own character.

           Yes I turned this back on you, but you definitely deserve it! 💕

Also, whenever I get a notification from you in my inbox  -  please know that even if I’m slow, hearing from you through ask notifs or responses  -  even the random messages on discord  -  they mean the world to me  &  I look forward to reading them everytime.

           So, I know I struggle with my muse confidence, but I’m happy  &  proud to say that you’re an rp partner I find I can try out those new shaky muses with in complete comfort because I know you’ll never judge me  &  will help me get used to any muse we toss at eachother. So — working on it!  &  happy to say you’ve been helping a ton with that!

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#◆ ━━ Answered OOC #myristicisms #「 ❝ Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light. ❞ 」 . 「 Myristicisms | Ganna 」 #◆ ━━ Positivity #SCREAMSSSS

[the-three-last-brain-cells]

Also, sick and tired of those damn school projects i just wanna draw the boys again

Bebis UwU

#justus jonas #peter shaw #bob andrews #die drei ??? #die drei fragezeichen #just a smol doodle between work #now back to writing and painting hhhhh #it'll be over on friday come on come on #used ink and g pen for these!

[yamagucji]

a series of thank you’s i’ve been meaning to give for a while now. please note i couldn’t get everyone bc im smol brained and im forgetful :(( also its vedy long so i added a readmore link but if it’s okay then i can remove it!

i would’ve preferred to go to your inboxes/dm’s but im scared t🤢umblrs going to glitch on me if i do it again a ha ha

@doublemoons

i remember you sent in my first ever request and i was SO happy like🥺 my account had no visibility on week 1 but then you somehow found my blog and since then you’ve been supporting me. i love the aesthetic of your blog and i always look forward to your rb’s because they so cute and insightful !! ik we haven’t talked much but i definitely perceive u as a gentle person here’s 1k hearts for you and you only <3

@insanityqueen

please i was *intense squealing* and *happy noises* when you said you wanted to be mutuals :’) im definitely uhhh way too immature for u but you still stick with all the caps and !!! i send you😭 you’re such an interesting, talented person. day 1 you got me HOOKED with your art and im gonna say this again,, i have never seen skin look soo s o f t painted. im really grateful for your company and all your cats and the hinata art you made me🥺 i am not still thirsting over it i swear and then you sent me pieces of your writing and i def expected hc’s but then BOOM🧍‍♀️ im so amazed by your writing. also you are vv pretty i hope you know that

@zephyrria

matching heart memes matching heart memes😾 i don’t talk to you as much but our main form of communication is literally exchanging heart memes w/o a word,,, if that isn’t true love idk what is :// anyway i love our little convos so much it always brightens my day! and omg lets not forget when you made me a drabble back😳 like wha- HUH !! i was so touched i rlly went boom boom woosh bc no ones ever written me one back and i!! that yamaguchi gives me so much comfort. you give me sm comfort, thank you bub <3

@beanst0ck

hehe my first tumblr crush😼 as soon as i deactivated my reading account to my a writing blog i was like “ok bean is on my top to-follow list” like i thought you were so cool and i was vv shy to interact with you🥺 and YOU STILL ARE COOL!! your works are really amazing and i am vv much still in love w my matchup w suga :’)

@killuababie

HHHH GRR BORK BORK I LUB U B NEVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BHH💓✨ bro,,,, when we switched over to insta it was WILD like— our sense of humor? matched. immaculate. please i love seeing all the memes u send me it makes my day so much like u don’t understand😭 and our convos really go chaos sometimes gkfjdj i love it. u need to pull up and play among us w me sometime 😡

@bewwybun

m-my first spouse🥺 even tho it was a joke the first time and i said sike fkdjdjdj but you still accepted my dino chimken nuggie ring hehe <3 bub your are literally the CUTEST HHHHH LIKE,,, cuteness overload !!! i love talking to you sm and our little exchange of heart memes make the butterflies in my tummy go ✨

@mei-writes

may🥺 imy bub i hope you’re doing well and taking good care of yourself. still very grateful for that time you pulled through to check which of my links weren’t working. and there’s a LOT. like the fact that you took time out of your day for me still baffles me. anyway im lomve you ik we don’t talk as much but you’re still a valued moot to me. im offering u free headpats hehe

@kozsma

hi maria👉👈 you’re so wonderful and rlly amazing w your smaus. absolutely smitten over our chaotic conversations fkfjd we haven’t talked in a while but if you see this just know that i’m here for you <3 take some self care okay? hope you’re doing good bub

@tsukkeisimp

dalia, you wondering being💞 please what did i do to deserve your love >;( we don’t talk much but we have exchanged heart memes before and you’re always out here supporting me whenever you can and like!! tysm bub. i hope you’re feeling better from the last time we interacted, and please do take good care of yourself!

@satorispup

can’t believe you made a reputation of having a piss kink. what power. what energy >>> anyway it’s fun seeing your chaotic energy on my feed/tl. sometimes i won’t even look at the user and say yeah💔 that’s hero alright gkfjdj also you’re so cute what the heck😡😡

@tobiokvgs

[ insert 100 hearts ] this for u bub. im still going crazy over your tsukki lipbalm piece like i was so FLUSTERED you really did that huh😭 you’re so nice and sweet, ty for giving me headbonks as well im really glad to get them😌 hope you have an amazing day bub, and take care!!

@bunnyuuji

cutecutecutest bean ever🥺 you have such wonderful works and im truly in love with your writing😌 also you’re so SWEET WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE U GKFJDJ literally you weren’t obligated to stop by my ask and check in but u did >:(

@yanderepunkin

hehe ik we haven’t interacted in such a long time but im including you!! bc i appreciate you!! i know you’ve supported me a lot especially when i just started this blog and im really thankful for it. also uhhh im still not over accidentally turning off anon when i was- yeah😿 i wish you all the love in the world, and please do take gentle care of yourself 💓

@ahkaahshi

frannn👁👁🤲 yes im gonna start with how big brained you are. your passion for textiles and improving the environment is vv cool to me. and then there’s the fact you write these hq characters so well. yes i am absolutely still living for your character analysis. i am thriving off of them!! here’s me manifesting kita and/or sakusa to show up in your dreams hehe

@sachirou-senpai

i hope you dont mind me sending u stuff every now and then! anyway im in awe of your writing and art skills. you brought a realistic yamaguchi and i ascended😳 i genuinely think you’re such a cool person but also please take breaks!! ik it’s such an overused phrase but i genuinely mean it. i care u <3

@kenmakodzu

you’re so sweet and you do really be sending me back some heart memes😳 i go BOOM BOOM yaya that’s more to my collection;) also you and your hq anon interactions go WILD omg it really does make my day more interesting whenever i see them😂 also i do be seeing some of ur chaotic energy on my dash and i am HERE for it

@tsukkisbean

hemlo clara🥺 d-do you remember me gkdjshsjs i think its been a while since we interacted. you’re so sweet and AHH lmao did u know we were in a poly with wiss😔💔 yeah❤️ n e way i hope you’ve been alright these past few weeks, and if not, please get some break!

@atsunflower

miya twin supremacy😡 can’t believe you made me swerve over to osamu’s lane because of your amazing writing. how could you. the mf audacity. i rlly do fell in love with that piece do so THAMK U and that also goes for the support you’ve given me💗

@lespaghetti

ozzy👁👁🤝 ngl our conversations have been top tier im glad i got to uhmm,,, get some of these *thoughts* out of my head. you’re such a sweet little bean!!! that art/sketch you did with the purple (?) themed uniforms was really cute. im glad to have u as my moot and *cough* my vip reader *cough*

@sleepykarabou

our heart meme streak was strong until school happened😔 but i really enjoy them tho!! it’s very calming talking to you (fun, but also vv calming idk that’s how i feel) loving the brainrots we give each other of our favs from time to time :’) also omg OSRRY im barely active in the server please spare me😿 im lomve u

@nerdybreadcollaborative

gee!! AHHHH KGFJJD GRRR u sweet bean oh my goodness. where do i start- ??? i’ve already gushed so much abt your writing but here we go again; i love your writing so much and your attention to the little details is so great. they flow so well and i hope u get more visibility bc it’s what u deserve!! also please take care of yourself and don’t work too much u nerdy bean

@nishinoya-is-baby

ely my plant kinnie, my spouse (?) and also the blog that i dump my h word thots on😭❤️ ahhh im lomve you, you’re amazing. from your writing, to your makeup skills, and your room, the talent really ✨jumped out✨thank you for supporting me so much, i genuinely appreciate it. i hope we can stay moots despite me being busy gkfjdj anyway take care bbie don’t work too much okay?

@art0saurus

TATE😤 the amount of hq brainrot you’ve fed me is astronomical. idk how you keep coming up with such good ideas but im all for them!! i love your writing so much and the plots are so *chefs kiss* (yes im still gushing over mermaid!bokuto). thank you so much for sending some bits of positivity into my life, im really grateful for it :’)

@dorkyhaikyu

EL!😼 you sweet bean. wish i could bombard ur asks but school is saying no </3 you’re such a sweet mutual and your writing is absolutely amazing. still kinda hurt over that angst u made💔 but anyway i loved it sm. also please wear safer shoes next time on big events so u dont get any more BLISTERS kgjdjdh jkjk

@chickenwingspiker

nashnashnash🥺👉👈 wth you’re so cute and even cuter with the little emoticons u put in my asks. i really appreciate you taking time out of your day to check in on me. i think your works are really heckin cool, im still very into that sock agenda one and the akaashi fic AHH i love them sm. i hope that u have better experiences with online learning and i really wish you all the best on ur art journey <3

@miyastrology

did u forget abt our walk to the strawberry field😿 jkjk heyyy atlas!! im lomve your theme and your writing. i have the urge to say you’re as sweet as strawberry bc im unoriginal like that💔 let’s just pretend i put something kute :’( n e way u are vv cute, make sure to take care of yourself ok!!

@derpeedoo

your rb’s and comments on ppl works... i just... my heart is full. im complete. i go absolute doki doki for you. you’re such a genuine person and you give people so much love❤️ here’s an unlimited supply of my love to you bc you deserve it. ty for all the cute questions btw🥺

🕊 anon - still wondering if ur one of my already-moots or not😳 but anyway dove anon i have a lot to say,,, like how ?? do u go “ok let’s check in on aaron today hehe” like am i interesting??😭 i feel kinda bad ngl you really don’t have to talk to me. but nevertheless im really appreciate of all the support you’ve given me. i genuinely think you’re a cool person and you do all these fun stuff like photography which is amazing. here’s the biggest THANK YOU i could ever give <3 ps. your art is CUTE and AMAZING @bee-kins

@simping-for-tendou

do i??? spam your feed??😭 you’re always liking my posts and i feel so sorry for spamming but also vv appreciate of all the interaction i’ve had with you!! im very glad i got to ask you qotd and stuff because i got to know that you like plants as well!! thank you for sharing plant facts with me, it really made my day. i genuinely think you’re such an awesome and big brained person for knowing all those facts🥺👉👈

@wissaaltje

ngl i was very intimated by you bc of all your angst and really good works which is probably why i never reached out to you sooner😿 ur my uhhh third spouse <3 but anyway your CHAOTIC ENERGY is thru the roof i love that sm and your writing is so mf beautiful i wish more people got to see it😡 i will gib you flower soup and muddy pie to make you feel better ;) jkjk but you’re very amazing and i hope you know that!

@smolbludandelions

hehe you’re in here😼 thank you ???? for supporting me even tho you’re not obligated??? like wh- i- bub🥺🤲 you have all my heart and i rlly rlyy want to stop by your inbox and give you heart memes but me why >;( i hope you have the most amazing day(s) of your life because you deserve it SO much.

@tadashi-simp

FINALLY someone i can simp over yamaguchi with😭 ik we haven’t talked much but AH i love the conversations we’ve had so far and all that insight you gave me about the new wanda film (truly a blessing bc i was so genuinely confused gkfjdj).

@oikaw-ugh

just. JOLLIBEE. can’t believe one of our first interactions was u sending me chain mail smfh i cannot believe you😭 anyway po i appreciate you so much na kaka tawa ako sa mga msgs mo and all the good vibes u radiate. mag bisaya unta ko nimi pero baka mag nosebleed ako😿 im losing my native languages it’s not even funny anymore but when i got to talk to u in my mother tongue, i felt a bit more at home. thank you bub <3

@makemealive

hihi👉👈 idrk what we first talked about, i think it was spending vacation in the galapagos islands??😭 riding turtles??? what a great way to start our friendship :’) i rlly think you’re cool and i just,,,, admire u from afar- yeah. sorry this message is too chaotic but anyway u might not have a green thumb but look at you growing potatoes accidentally😌 anyway i think you’re cool i just haven’t said it before because im s Hy

@lostsealscreams

seal, bub, i genuinely care about you. you’re such a sweet person. i know we haven’t interacted much but im looking forward to more conversations with you!! please find little fun things to do... maybe do some self appropriation if you can, bc you deserve it. maybe even treat yourself... or any self care tasks that make you feel better. i care about you a lot, im just an ask/dm away if you wanna talk about anything at all💕💞✨

@hqgardenia - jkjk this is my spam account idk why i put this here but here probably bc im dumb as fuck

#cupid; talks! #queuepid

[faerielleart]

yo since i hit 100 followers i thought “maybe i should write a post about myself so people get to know me a bit better” idk probably no one cares but here we GO

- my real name is Angela! folks on the internet usually call me Angie tho. Feel free to call me Angela, Angie, Faerielle, whatever you like :D

- i’m 19 years old, i’ll be 20 next april and i am already crying about it i feel incredibly old

- i was born (and raised) in italy, precisely in the south! i’m from Naples, also known as the place where the best pizza comes from 🍕

- i’m a huge huge huge huge musical theatre nerd but you probably know that already since i use broadway lyrics for most of my art shdhdj

- i’m that one friend who randomly breaks into song and is strongly disappointed when no one else joins 😔

- i’ve been in the aot fandom since 2013,,,,,,, yeAH i also haven’t had the Best™ Fandom™ Experience™ and i carry the weight of 7 years of fandom discourse on my back on all my old accounts on several social media platforms lmao fun fun fun times /sarcasm

- Levi/Hanji is my #1 otp of all, followed by Roy/Riza (Fullmetal Alchemist) and Zuko/Katara (ATLA). These are my top 3 but i have many many others i am certified shipping trash sorry

- unfortunately i fucking love harry potter and i love drawing art of it despite that ugly hag j/k/r ruining everything, i’m a slytherclaw and i like to pretend the epilogue doesn’t exist :D my fav character is Hermione, my fav ship is Hermione/Luna, a mega rarepair and they don’t even interact that much but i love their dynamic 🥺

- other ships i like in aot are Ymir/Historia (my second otp in the series hhhhh), Hitch/Annie, Erwin/Mike, Mikasa/Sasha, Jean/Armin and i have a super soft spot for Armin/Mikasa c:

- i’m in my second year of linguistics university, i study english and japanese! my curriculum includes japanese/english literature and linguistics, germanic/japanese philology, history of theatre + anthropology, translation studies and psychology since i’m hoping to be a teacher :D

- italian is my native language, plus neapolitan which is my dialect and is officially recognized as a language so i’m totally counting it, i’m fluent in english, somewhat fluent/able to keep up a decent conversation in french and spanish (studied french for 8 years, spanish for 5)

- i’ve been drawing for as long as i can remember. in the past, my tools were a wacom tablet and paint tool sai/photoshop, now i use procreate on an ipad pro 2018 and an apple pencil

- i’m gay as fuCK, proud l in lgbt ✨also a raging feminist so please misogynists, homophobes, transphobes and racists don’t interact thx

- i love to sing and play the piano but i’m 100% self-taught and not really good at either unfortunately skdjdjdj can’t afford actual lessons sob sob

aaaaand that’s enough i think owo

#about me

[seanfalco]

Fic/drabble prompt: After seeing a better look at Klaus' room and then remembering your PWF 'verse and Klaus clutching a guitar in episode one, maybe something about the writing on Klaus' wall is lyrics Klaus and reader wrote together? And them playing guitar together when they were younger? If it can't fit or you don't feel inspired, I'll totally understand. I just thought it would be some decent fluff or maybe a flashback? 💖

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Pairing: Klaus x Reader Word Count: 1k Rating: T a/n: hhhhh thank you for this prompt, I’m in love with this idea and I’m always down to write more PwF’verse

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[ Sixteen Years Ago ]

“Klaus!” you cried, the note you were playing cutting off abruptly as you began to flail your arms around your guitar, “I need pen and paper ASAP!  If I don’t write these lyrics down right now I’m gunna forget them!”

Klaus jumped off the bed and rushed to his messy desk, snatching a pen and holding it aloft triumphantly.  “Got it!”

“Paper?” you asked, desperately repeating the words in your head so you wouldn’t forget them.

“Uhhh,” Klaus floundered, opening drawers and rifling through them, “I don’t have any paper.”

“Why not?” 

Klaus shrugged before an idea occurred to him.  Jumping back on the bed he scooted closer to the wall, uncapping the felt tip pen in his hand.

“What are you doing?” you asked as the tip of the pen hovered over the faded paint.

“What are the lyrics?  I’ll write them down for you,” Klaus exclaimed, shooting you a grin.  Grinning back incredulously you repeated the words to him and he quickly jotted them down on the wall.  Leaning in, your gaze slid over Klaus’s tiny hasty scrawl.  Taking the pen from him you added another line to it, your fingers tingling where they’d touched his.  Klaus read them and nodded.

“Oooh, poetic,” he murmured and you smiled.

Setting the pen down you gripped the neck of your guitar again-- the guitar Klaus had helped you save up to buy.  It wasn’t the best or most expensive, in fact, it was only a beat up cheap old pawn shop instrument, but it was yours and you were gunna write the best damn song on it.

Singing through what you’d had, Klaus watched you, a dreamy look stealing across his face as he rested his chin in his hand.  Every so often you’d stop playing to write down more words on the wall, catching his eye and smiling, a soft flush creeping across your face.  

Finally stumped, you gave a frustrated huff.  “Hey Klaus, what do you think about this line?” you asked, your brows furrowing.  “Does it sound too awkward?  What about if I use a different word here…?”

Klaus straightened, chewing his lip in thought.  “Ah!  What about this--”

As the two of you bounced ideas off each other, taking turns scribbling on Klaus’s wall you barely noticed how close he’d scooted until your knees were touching.

“Hey, Klaus, can I tell you something?” you asked, resting your guitar in your lap and looking up at him.

“I’m all ears,” he replied, batting his eyelashes and smirking, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands to listen.

“When we get outta here, I’m gunna join a band, or start one, I dunno yet, but I’m gunna do it.  And we’re gunna play at the bar every weekend--”

“And I'll be standing in the front row at every show, cheering you on,” Klaus insisted, grinning ear to ear at the thought.

You hadn’t planned on kissing him, but before you knew it you were leaning forward and your mouth was on his, teeth clicking awkwardly before you pulled away quickly, worried you’d gone too far, but Klaus followed, his hands pressing against your thighs as he leaned into you, chasing your retreating lips.

His emerald eyes flicked up to yours as if asking permission as he hesitated, his breath mingling with yours until you closed the distance, kissing him properly this time.

“Ew, get a room, you two!”

Diego’s voice at the door pulled you up short and Klaus sprang back from you, both your heads whipping toward the open doorway.

“Diego!” you hissed throwing Klaus’s pillow at him, though he ducked and it sailed past him.

“I hate to point it out to you, bro, but we did have a room,” Klaus laughed, unashamed despite the pink dusting his cheeks.  “It's not our fault you walked by at the wrong time.”

Diego rolled his eyes, tossing Klaus’s pillow back at you.  “Well next time, shut the door.”

Sticking his tongue out at his brother, Klaus made no move to follow his advice as Diego stalked away and you cleared your throat.

“So, how about the rest of that song, huh?” you said, chuckling awkwardly as you picked your guitar back up.

Klaus took the hint, but he proceeded to sprawl out, tucking his pillow under his head next to you.

“Please, serenade me [Y/N],” he exclaimed dramatically, a lazy grin pulling at his lips which you had to tear your gaze from with effort as your fingers sought their positions and you strummed the opening chord.

——

[ Present Day ]

Rolling over, you groaned, Klaus’s tiny old mattress creaking slightly and you stretched, careful not to wake him as he shifted in his sleep, his arms tightening around your waist.

Rubbing at your eyes you settled back against the pillow, letting your gaze travel the posters, abstract drawings, and random notes that littered the faded and chipped paint on the walls.  Your gaze stopped at the uneven lines of writing not far from where you lay and you reached out, running your fingers over Klaus’s cramped scrawl mixed with your neater handwriting.  

You’d almost forgotten the song the two of you had written together so long ago, using his wall as your notepad.  It was a bit rough, but still a good song.  Maybe you could rewrite it sometime, just freshen it up a little…

Your thoughts cut off as Klaus stretched against you, his skin warm to the touch and as you looked back down you found his dark rimmed eyes watching you blearily.

“What are you doing?” he asked, sleep still heavy in his voice.

“Nothing, just thinking about something.  Go back to sleep, Klaus.”

“Not unless you go back to sleep too,” he protested, squeezing you tighter, his face nuzzling at your shoulder.

“Okay, okay,” you relented with a soft smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.  “Let’s both get some more shuteye.”

“I still love that song, by the way,” he murmured and you froze in his embrace.

You should have known he was paying attention.  Even half asleep Klaus was more perceptive than most gave him credit for.

Brushing a kiss to his forehead, you pulled him closer.  “I do too.”

#the umbrella academy #tua #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus x reader #klaus hargreeves imagines #klaus hargreeves #my writing #the umbrella academy fanfiction #prompt request #imagine you are #PwFverse

[knivesandwives]

Can you give an excerpt (is that the word?) or a pic from the book about Hannibal and Clarice's little date thing? I'm intrigued lol

Oh lol I'm honestly still reading it! Thank you for facilitating my venting though, and I will gladly share my incomplete knowledge. I haven't even finished this scene, which continues into another chapter. I had to take a break and cool my head because it makes me want to gag like I was a 5 year old with an aversion to kissing scenes (which is not usual for me. I just. I don't know about this). I could take the time to finish reading it in the time I'm writing this buuuut I'm too heated to do so atm, even though it would spare me the embarrassment of having very incomplete context. I don't even know whether Thomas Harris intends for the reader to want them together, but his treatment of Hannibal Lecter has generally verged on salivating over him, imo, so. I'm gonna take it as implied that I should like this a bit more than I do. I could be very wrong. Under the cut because it is a Rant

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I’ve got the fun wacky stuff first because this book is Wild. Bonkers. Then I have semi serious stuff and Thoughts thoughts in the second half 

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WACKY FUN STUFF PART

it is So over the top corny. Highlights so far:

-Hannibal is playing the harpsichord when Clarice walks out. In other scenes he’s played his theremin. He is insufferable

- the piece he's playing is called ‘If True Love Reigned’ and was composed by Henry VIII, which is a red flag if ever I heard one

-he dresses up in white tie for her and spends FOREVER decorating the house *just so* and inspecting the dinner table from various angles to check whether the Aesthetic is right, because the house he's rented out is only so-so and he's gotta make up for it:

I mean. He decides to add a shit ton of flowers to make it intimate and create a hanging gardens effect, realizes that this looks bad, and decides that the solution is More flowers. Maybe he’s right, but I think with the rest of the decorations this is probably looking like a mess right now.

-Uhhh if I remember correctly from the Freudian Daddy Issues chapter (hhhhh I want to have a word with Thomas Harris), the reason he makes the peonies in the flower arrangement “white as SNO BALLS” is because she has some sort of (dad-related) childhood memories about these fucking Hostess twinkie-level snacks. There are Levels to his floral arrangements

-Similarly, the cocktails he prepares for them have orange slices on the side because it’ll remind her of her father slicing oranges and Hannibal wants to be daddy

-The landlord he’s renting the house from (where he’s keeping Clarice and holding Date Night) has a fixation on Leda and the Swan, to the point that he has four statues of it and eight paintings of it in that one house alone. Hannibal likes the horniest one with the best “anatomical articulation.” Make of that what you will. There was indeed a reason for Bryan Fuller including such a pussy out painting in the set for Hannibal’s dining room. Hannibal covers the other Leda statues and paintings that don’t live up to his standards

- He brings her clothes to wear?? Special Fancy clothes for Date Night. Ugh. And I thought it was pushy and anal in SOTL when he gave her tips on how to improve her fashion

- Hannibal wears an ascot over a white shirt. No jacket. I don't know if I trust the taste level of this man. I like Freddy from scooby doo but his look seems like a stretch in this context

-he uses candelabra like he's the phantom of the opera and has this incredibly fucking extra mirror in his rented house:

-he tells her his goals for the evening in one of the trademark Long Confusing Hannibal Monologues we’re so used to seeing in the show, then asks Clarice if she understands, and her response is: no I don’t so I hope your food is good at least

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Actual Serious Thoughts about it  (content warning: some vaguely psychosexual things involving characters’ family, drugging and non-sexual consent issues)

I think my reaction is definitely influenced by the context that's been presented so far for their relationship in this book, which includes (briefly):

--Hannibal has a fixation on Clarice as a potential replacement for/idealized version of Mischa, his dead sister. The moment he lays eyes upon her again in this book he starts having uncontrollable flashbacks that directly associate Clarice with Mischa and overlays their meanings and iconography. So... that's something. It shows up constantly whenever we get a glimpse into his POV. I have thoughts about what Hannibal finds appealing about Clarice RE as an idealized version/teacup reversal of Mischa; the book tells us he admires her courage and her spirit as a warrior despite having been victimized, and so Clarice is in some ways a version of Mischa that was capable of surviving despite the odds. That was (crudely) my working theory, anyway. Might have to reevaluate that now because I'm less certain now about Hannibal's intentions and how much his appreciation for Clarice is really *respectful* of her potential, versus how much he sees her as some sort of vehicle to replace Mischa and be some sort of walking talking idealized doll that he crafts into his dead sister. I wanted it to not be *as* weird and psychosexual as I thought it would end up being, but this book definitely leans into some weird sexualized Freudian shit, and I'm concerned that Mischa and Clarice are part of that despite my best efforts to rationalize it in a way that I would have preferred. Really, who fantasies about their lover being a reminder of their sister?

--Freudian hell part 2: Hannibal has rescued Clarice from the Verger farm (after she rescued him, which was quite dramatic) and has her drugged at his house and undergoing the type of hypnosis we see suggested with Will and Miriam Lass in NBC!Hannibal. Hannibal suggests things, she follows those suggestions with apparently little agency of her own. He probes into her history and traumas and causes her to see things. Among his goals here is to have her make peace with her dead father in some way (in a scene which strongly resembles Abigail's therapy with GJH's corpse as seen in the s3 flashbacks), and to give her some form of control over her memory of him. This is accompanied by some very squicky speculation from Hannibal about Clarice having taboo sexual associations with her father, which she projects (among other things) onto other father figures in her life like Jack Crawford or her fallen FBI partner. I didn't know before I got into this book whether it was going to legitimize the Electra complex angle on Clarice this much, and maybe I'm wrong to accept Hannibal's viewpoint as sacred, but. So far, that seems to be the take.

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So that's the context for the leadup to this romantic dinner scene. Hannibal has decorated his house specially for this date night type thing and given her a slinky, fancy dress to wear in his fancy house. Clarice has been heavily under the influence of drugs so far, and this night is no exception. This chapter so far has been a treasure trove of the more romantic dialogue repurposed for NBC!Hannibal, but I kind of can't stand it here in this book as anything remotely romantic. It's almost entirely him talking *at* her and it seems like this is more about him and his idealized fantasy of her than it is actually about her. The text does refer to him as "the monster" more frequently in this chapter, and it calls him out directly for his vanity and self congratulation, so I'm not entirely sure if I'm even supposed to like it, but. Anyway. You asked for excerpts! This particular scene is probably the densest part of a very dense chapter (the highlights are a mess rn):

There's a lot of interesting stuff in here, some of which really raises my hackles in ways I wasn't anticipating. Clarice has just emerged in the outfit he chose for her to join him. Clarice's first question to him is to ask about how much he's invaded her privacy without her knowledge, and he has a very bullshit answer where he pretends that this situation he's manufactured, in which he drugs her and creates a fantasy world for them, is okay because it exists outside of reality. It doesn't. It's an interesting idea but it's bullshit. This is not his memory palace, this is reality and it does exist as a part of time that Clarice has had to experience (or not, as the case may be for her level of consciousness throughout this). And he turns around from this question about him being intrusive to reiterate his attraction to her. Squick at that. Her plain (possibly curt?) answer to his compliment, even though it's a thank you, causes him annoyance. This is where I really, Really start to have, like, flashbacks to Jessica Jones and the playing house plotline. Real strong flashbacks to that. Clarice's (apparently unintentional) failure to meet his standards and reciprocate in the exact way he wants her to makes him Annoyed. Clarice identifies this and holds her ground, interestingly enough, and Hannibal has a moment of awe at her stubborn individuality, but immediately falls back on self congratulatory wanking at his choice of woman. Then, there's more talking at her, to which she eventually says that she basically doesn't know what the fuck he means but she hopes he plans to make dinner worth her while. I appreciate Clarice holding her ground so well here, especially given the circumstances, and I don't know quite where this is headed, but I guess the gist of it is that in this context I just really want to slap Hannibal about and see him burn

#ramblings #knives reads thomas harris #and vents about things i shouldn't #but thank you!! i need to and i appreciate interaction #but keep in mind i am a fool who is willing to vent about this without knowing everything #just think of it as liveblogging? i guess

[nc7dr3am]

LILY’s RELTIONSHIPS WITH THE DREAMIES

MARKLY:

so their ship name is just his full name LMAO

they love it

so yknow how dream clowns mark?

obviously she does too

but she’s more gentle and has a TON of respect for mark

“minhyung oppa is extremely hardworking ... he’s always working to be his absolute best and he is so kind and down to earth”

they’re actually a really soft duo

because like. mark is truly her big brother

he cares for her a lot and helped her so much during her debut

he helps her practice her dancing (even after he left dream)

because she trusts him a lot and he know the exact way to help her

but yeah she still clowns him

calls him old man all of the time

but she was full on SOBBING at their last concert with mark

like she had to move her mic because it was so bad

mark isn’t too big on the pda but when they’re together he always lets his baby sister give him so many hugs

when sm told them that mark was coming back and they were a fixed unit ... god she cried a lot then too

she was so happy

“lily is actually so sweet guys. like, she’s so genuine. she cares a lot for all of us and she’s also so intelligent? she’s always reading” - mark when asked about her on vlive

he’s trying to teach her guitar but the only instrument she formally knows is violin

her skill with the bass is self taught and she doesn’t know actual notes so she applies that to guitar and mark is trying to ACTUALLY teach her

mark also understands her well because they were both raised in the west

she expresses herself better in english and mark is always there to understand and listen

they’re just actual siblings and love each other so much

LILJUN:

firstly

lily makes renjun look a lot taller

she doesn’t ever make fun of his height and gets mad at the other dreamies when they do

she clowns his voice crack tho HAH

lowkey the savage duo

lily is more secretly savage though

renjun is the one allowed in her room the most

he works on his art and she reads or writes or practices violin

they have a lot of quiet moments

but they also get silly together

so lily doesn’t think about the universe deeply because she lowkey thinks it’s a waste of her time

like .. she’ll never know and she’s fine with that so why dwell on it

HOWEVER she really believes in aliens and she and renjun legit have sat for hours looking online ab alien shit

they’re also both so smart

and she’s always talking about how much she admires renjun’s brain

stans his vocal talent. like. she’s loud about it

fans love this duo a lot nd they have a lot of romantic shippers

even tho .. they have never liked each other that way LMAO

at the airport she links arms with him a lot and they look like they’re gossiping hhhhh

when the dreamies are being too much they just look at each other and fans love that shit

also they’re both arguably the scariest members

renjun because... duh y’all know him

but lily doesn’t get annoyed often. when she does... there’s hell to pay and she has a good punch

“renjun oppa is so good at korean! i’m actually korean and he speaks it better than i do!”

“that’s because i’m smarter than you”

“do you want to die?”

basically just a really close pair! they’re always there for each other 🥺

JENLY:

she openly says that jeno is the cutest member

“he’s the most adorable person ever! his eyesmile is too cute”

the way she laughed when jeno ripped his shirt off-

she clowned him for DAYS

every time she was wearing a jacket or cardigan she ripped it off and mocked him

also whenever she’s drinking something around him she recreates his milk cf

also!!! she thinks jeno is so funny

she loves him and his humor

she and jeno have a really really deep bond.

he saw her journal (refer to my post about her room) and he’ll take what he read to the grave

he checks in on her a lot because he knows when she’s hurting

when they were trainees she was struck by how kind he was to her

and they were stuck together ever since

lily hasn’t ever been mad at him ONCE

they’re arguably the softest duo

they have a lot of romantic shippers too but

again

it’s a no

she’s a big nomin shipper too like unironically she thinks there’s something there

she always hypes his vocals!! he doesn’t get to sing enough >:(

he’s also her biggest cheerleader and when she cries and gets upset about her dancing he always pulls her aside and consoles her 🥺

he helps her with writing songs too!

wholesome beautiful friendship

they go out to eat a lot

jeno also helps her paint her nails LMAO

and they ride bikes together a lot

can’t commit to working out with him though because it’s way too much for her to do all that

lily also bakes a lot. and jeno appreciates that. a LOT

they’re best friends. she even bought them stupid girly heart bracelets that connect together LMAO

JIHYUCK:

so much affection!!!!

she is such a hyuck stan

“haechannie is my bias!!”

always calls him fullsun (in english)

number one hyuck skin enthusiast!! she thinks he’s gorgeous and glows brighter than all of them

also she loves his singing and thinks his vocal tone is so unique

always laughs at his jokes and finds him hilarious

he doesn’t prank her as much as the others because he’s actually so sweet to her

he’s used to having a younger sister and thinks of lily as his little sister

they constantly text and facetime a lot since they live in different dorms

she’s lowkey whipped for him and he’s whipped for her

not in a romantic way tho!

another member who always eats her baking

they learn girl group dances together

now we all know damn well that hyuck is the sweetest boy and so full of love

but we also know he annoys the shit out of the members

jimin is NO exception

he pokes fun at her and mocks her all the time

so she slaps him in the back of the head LMAOO

when does she actually get mad tho? when he shows up at the dorms and enters her room without permission

cue her chasing him around the dorms with murder in her eyes

yknow the vine where it’s like

“let me see what you have?”

“a KNIFE”

“NO”

that’s the other guys making sure hyuck doesn’t get brutally murdered

because lily can pack a punch

all in all though, they’re a great duo and they’re always so proud of each other

JAEJIMIN:

okay jaemin babies the FUCK outta her

he always takes care of her and talks to her about her concerns and vice versa

he was so happy for her when she debuted and was sad he couldn’t be there for it

she visited him all the time when he was gone

and she was heartbroken that he wasn’t with dream

she is a BIG 8dream stan because they are a family

but yeah fans can’t even ship them romantically because they know lily is his lil baby

she helps him with his english

and he always compliments her singing and dancing

proud of her songwriting

so much affection

even tho she hates when he pinches her cheeks n calls her cute

when he came back during go she was overjoyed

“go is our special era! we were all reunited~~”

he always wanted a sister and now he has one <3

she drinks a lot of coffee but not as much as him and was so worried about his health

they’re the biggest flirts w czennies

you’ll always find them with their arms linked in the airport

and everywhere really

during empathy era she was always hugging jaemin’s side

they also do a lot of lives together!!

such cute bffs

she is a big nomin stan like i said

name twins and they always tell everyone that they’re actual siblings

jaemin’s mom is so fond of her and treats her like her own daughter

HE REALLY TRIES TO GIVE HER FASHION ADVICE AND GIVE INPUT ON HOW HER HAIR SHOULD LOOK FOR COMEBACKS

they’re really true siblings and best friends 🥺

LILLE:

THESE MFS ARE BEST FRIENDS

01’ liners and so similar in ages but he ALWAYS brings up that he’s older

they compete over a lot

literally everything is a competition

she’s at her most childish with him

they also make lots of bets and she usually wins

clowns him for those predebut pics LOL

SHE ALWAYS SEND THEM IN THE GC AND EVEN POSTS THEM ON BUBBLE N SHIT HAHA

they can be really soft but will never admit it even if they are caught on camera

they’re pretty calm if they’re cooking together

he is Banned™️ from her room and she won’t budge at all

“chenle isn’t allowed in my room because he will disturb my peace”

remember on that one ep of weekly idol where chenle was SCREAMING while they did aegyo

yeah it’s louder when lily does aegyo

u didn’t hear it from me but her aegyo is SO cute it’s not as cringey as the others

but chenle hates it because she’s cute and he wants to clown her but he CANT

really proud of each other. super proud of each other

chenle has sat with her as she’s cried a lot. and comforted her. and it always stays between them.

she’s always there for him too

a LOT of fans have suspected that there’s something there

his mom loves her so much!!!!!

when she and jisung went to his house they were BAFFLED and impressed

“something bothers me a lot. one day, chenle woke up and looked grown up. he used to have chubby cheeks and looked like a kid and now he looks like an adult and has such defined cheekbones. it’s so strange”

when they became adults they got SHITFACED DRUNK

they definitely don’t say it a lot and when they do it’s in private (even tho everyone knows)

but they really love each other 🥺

LILJI:

jisung and lily is

p o p u l a r

with fans

because fans put together the pieces that jisung had a crush on lily during debut

lily thought it was sweet because jisung was always so cute and young

she saw him as a little kid

they used to not have MANY interactions

she always laughs when jisung is bein funny

and is in AWE of his dancing

he always assures her when she gets upset about her dancing

lilchenji is an ICONIC friendship

they watch a lot of movies together

she’s been on chenjis this and that a few times

remember that live when nomin got all in each other’s faces while chenji just froze and looked at them and then looked at the camera and looked real shocked

she was there and the three of them were like 😶

so yeah when jisung started getting really tall lily was real confused

and then somehow

during go and we go up

jisung started looking different. like. more grown up

and he had more confidence and talked to her more

and lily was like 😳😳

but spoilers so i won’t go too deep into that

they’re really good friends these days tho

the fans LOVE THEM it’s such a popular ship

at the dream shows when they sing bye my first

the song that lily famously LOVES

yknow that one line jisung has where the music goes quiet and he goes

“na geuttaeneun cham eoryeosseo”

blessed line it was beautiful

anyway at the dream show jisung would hold the mic to lily and have her sing the line or they’d duet it

and their eye contact!!!! and lily’s SMILE IS SO BRIGHT

stars in their eyes

um anyway!! they’re great friends nd very shippable for. reasons!

author’s note! i’m also a ‘01 liner! so don’t think it’s weird if i’m writing a jisung romance LMAO or who knows if it’ll be jisung? 👀👀

#kpop oc #nct 127 au #mark lee #haechan #wayv #nct blurbs #lee donghyuck #renjun #nct dream au #nct dream oc #nct oc #nct dream addition #nct addition #nct dream 8th member #nct 22nd member #nct au #kpop addition #nct female unit #nct female addition #nct female member #jaemin #jeno #chenle #jisung #na jimin #na lily

[generous1ty]

THANK YOU THANK YOU SOBBING

I’m gonna continue to draw them for the rest of the night, I won’t contain myself 😔

We need headcanons from Gene, now. 👉👈

OF CORUSE OF COURSE YOU DRAW THEM SO WONDERFULLY PLEASE KEEP DRAWING WOW

HAJSJDHAJ HEADCANONS?? oh dear,,, i’m gonna need to make a masterlist of all the original content that’s gonna be on this blog WITH my danganronpa writings this is going to be so wack aaaa <33

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Genami(Gene x Hayami) Headcanons

genre: mostly fluff with mild angst warnings: oc x oc, mild angst includes: breakdowns, a trigger word(for Gene) and self-loathing. this is not self-projection, and is a work of fiction.

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Gene loves to make dolls for Hayami, whether it be porcelain dolls, china dolls, wood dolls, wax dolls, ball-joint dolls-- you get the idea. they enjoy seeing Hayami’s face light up when they present a new doll to their beloved, even if the doll isn’t a look-a-like.

i feel like Hayami would be kind of scared of dolls, though LOL. so Gene always has to reassure her that they don’t come to life or move on their own.

i feel like Gene would convince Hayami to play with the dolls-- having little tea parties with them, playing house, or just taking care of the dolls(brushing the hair, repainting them[with Gene’s direction], clothing them, etc). Gene hopes that becoming attached to the dolls will make Hayami’s fear of dolls go away, so they do their best to help her face her fears.

Gene is such a big cuddle bug. you know those videos where a partner is playing a video game and the person recording makes their way into the partner’s lap, cuddling them? yeah, that’s Gene. but with like, every situation.

reading a book about strategies? they sit in Hayami’s lap and buries their face into her neck. watching tv? arms around her waist, cuddling into her back. studying chess? oh, just laying on Hayami’s stomach as she rests her arms on Gene’s torso, reading from there. they’re literally a touch-starved baby, please take care of them nicely.

Gene tends to overwork a lot, prioritizing their making/finishing of a doll before breaks. they might skip meals or not stay hydrated much because they’re in their workshop almost 24/7(which has very high temperatures due to most doll materials needing to be melted in very hot temps).

Gene eventually gives in to taking breaks because they don’t want to make Hayami sad, and probably starts taking more breaks because of Hayami. it becomes a habit when they feel groggy while in their workshop or just overall tired.

Gene doesn’t like fancy or extravagant dates. they prefer calmer dates like walks in the park, picnics, stargazing, or just movie nights in their homes. they often plan dates instead of Hayami, but most of the time, Hayami doesn’t even know that Gene’s planning a date.

i agree with Shu’s headcanon from her first submission: “Hayami will ask Gene to decorate her chessboard by making little glass dolls as her chess pieces to use and place on her board whenever she’s opposing against a rival of hers.”

Gene enjoys making small, tailored chess pieces for Hayami, especially if they’re glass. glass is one of Gene’s favorite material to work with aside from bisque porcelain, so they’re always happy to make more if any break or if Hayami just wants more custom chess pieces!

Gene is so affectionate aaa!! whether it be gifts, hugs, kisses, hand holding, cuddling-- they do it all babie :weary:

Gene would totally encourage Hayami to help paint the dolls!! AAAA andandand they do the thing where Gene places their hand on Hayami’s hand and paints the doll’s face like that and then after they’re done painting Gene goes, “and basically, that’s the gist of it.. you got it, ami?” 

and Hayami just goes, “hhhhh,, yup i got it” with a red face and it’s super cute wow

Gene would also let Hayami help make her chest pieces, too! i feel like they’d both love pouring the melted sand into mold(with proper protection, since sand melts at 3090°F) and watch it cool together. Gene mostly deals with all the smelting before and after, and Hayami just watches from afar cause it’s dangerous.

Gene often has breakdowns while making dolls. Hayami doesn’t really know the reason, but she knows the trigger word: “proud”. she has to be with them in their workshop at all times, just in case they accidentally repeat the word to theirself. but most of the time, Gene works outside of their workshop when they’re not (s)melting materials for the doll base(s), preferably near Hayami.

Hayami makes sure not to use Gene’s trigger word around them, as it sends them to a place she would rather not see them in. she always reminds herself that it’s not a good word to say, and that if she wants to show Gene how amazing she felt about their accomplishments, she’ll need to say/find some synonyms for it.

#i can't think of any more headcanons #so uhhhh #i'll just post it like this :) #i really wanna make hcs of Gene and Gina too #and Gene and Haji #but i am going to die from unimagination before that #alexis if you want hcs of Gene and Gina just send an ask ;) #Gene x Hayami #Genami #generous originals #generous writings

[flowerrose14]

“Defective Detective”

HHHHH-Forgot to post these like an idiot<:”D Also freakin thank you @rainecloud020604 for helping me design the fella <3

This be me cold icecream fella Alfred, a fella whoo trusts no one and wishes to gain back the trust of folks in this world,it’s a reason why he signed up to be a detective, to just give folks some damn hope.Hates failing cause it’s like breaking his promise and pledge to those who trusted em with such. He gets treated horrible by his boss and don’t trust aaaannyone in that station- well, most of the times anyways.

Alfred was inspired by a writing project i had to do for school,a version of em for in inkwell and then a human version<:”D

Hope you all enjoy ^^ The Writing project is below here Warning there is a tad bit of blood and bit of heavy subjects. it’s also long as hell and you don’t have to read such i swear to ya <3 apologies

Alfred’s POV: The rusted, busted joke of a clock hadn’t even struck 10am, and already my nostrils were being assaulted by the strong stench of coffee being brewed. Yep, a very average morning in this broken, little police station of ours, your everyday back breaking and mind crushing routine, oh what fun, right? You get use to all the all-nighters you got to pull and gallons of bitter coffee your knackered body is forced to swallow.

My entire body flinched hearing the erupting laughter burst from my “faithful” colleagues’ mouths. My teeth gritting in an instant with distaste for those gullible idiots. This job is far from some measly joke. It was barely even a week ago-dear lord that jewel of pure disaster. The burning hot blood dripping from my shredded hands, the repulsive smell of smoke and the dreadful ringing of that bullet-

The deafening crash from a stack of paperwork being slammed onto my desk snapped me out of my horrid thoughts, now being greeted with the piercing glare of the devil himself (Or if you prefer, my boss.)

“What are you doing?!”

His booming voice questioned, adding more agony to my aching eardrums. A low growl bubbling in my throat as hatred began to boil in the pit of my stomach. Even though my mind, so desperately wanted to lash back at this man with a snide comment of how he looked like a bin-bag full of coleslaw, wearing that uniform. I sighed silently in defeat and forced the most painful, weakest smile imaginable. Another little part of me, slowly dying this morning as I kissed-up to that filthy pig. But before my forced words could even leave my mouth, his enraged voice filled my ears once more.

“YOU’RE THIS CLOSE TO LOSING THAT BADGE OF YOURS ALFRED!! Your performance has been appalling, and so help me god- one more slip up and you can kiss this job good-bye!”

My lifeless eyes just stared at him blankly, feeling the peering stares of comrades on us now, enjoying every moment of this delightful show of me getting immaturely ridiculed for no reason whatsoever. Guess that would be another thing you get use to here.

All my burned-out mind, could possibly puppeteer my body to do was just simply nod in response, knowing full well he wasn’t even going to dare. Basically, cause this demon absolutely adored tormenting me. Wincing in response as he stormed off back into his office, giving me the succulent chance to glare at him with every step he took, the moment his back was turned.

I didn’t even bother to turn and face the smirking faces of my “loyal” team mates, my dried up eyes instead wandering around my desk and sticking on to the very first file on the stack of paperwork…With an irritated huff, my hands plucked the piece of flimsy paper off of the mountain of sheets and documents. My eyes now scanning every word, as if I was a broken-down robot, doing its destructive routine over and over again.

“Missing. On Friday, 15th of November. A 9-year-old girl, by the name of Riley Grace was reported missing. Her distressed parents reporting once they had come home from a night out together, were greeted with a smashed window, ransacked rooms and their little girl gone. Police have searched the area, unfortunately not finding any leads or whereabouts of the child, or kidnapper- “

I was already scanning the contact info below and my eyes eventually landing on a heart-wrenching picture printed onto the paper. Now I was staring into the eyes of Riley Grace, a photo took in the lush, green fields of this year’s Spring. Her hair as golden as freshly bloomed sunflowers, emerald like eyes, rosy red cheeks, adorable smile and such a precious glow beaming from her face.

My eyes now dulling as a vile taste was planted into my mouth, my heart sinking into my dread filled stomach. Sick. The very first word that came to mind, how utterly sick you’d have to be in the head to do such a horrific thing, but for folks’ misfortune, this city was infested with these disgusting rats.

What was the exact action that lead me to this? Was it the dawning of my ragged, blood-stained jacket? The first steps out of the station and into the freezing cold streets, ready to face such a horrific world and be a “Hero”? Or was it simply the photo I had taken of this twisted gang that lead to me getting caught. Lead me to where I was now…

 Both my legs and heart were burning, like someone had carelessly set them both ablaze to make me suffer more then I already was. Like their deepest and most twisted desire was for my hope of escape to slowly burn with them. At this point I couldn’t even tell if the loud bang in my ears, was my pounding heartbeat, or my bounding footsteps, desperately wanting to escape this living nightmare.

My entire body jumped suddenly feeling the freezing, cold water sink into the fabric of my ragged, ripped clothes, the heaven’s opening and pouring down a damn ocean worth of water onto this god forsaken city. Great. Just wonderful, just perfect! Yes, all I ever wanted tonight was a rage filled storm, just perfect! It fit so well with this entire hell I had gotten myself into!

And just like that my thoughts were shattered into a million pieces, as my bruised face collided and crashed onto the soaking, rough pavement. A sickening crack giving me the most politest reminder, I had broken something once more. Oh, what joy. Tonight, was just getting better by the moment!

I felt my stomach twist horribly, as warm, oozing liquid began to leak from my swollen wounds, sinking deep and deeper into my already filthy clothes. I almost felt sorry for this body of mine, it’s fail skin decorated with too many bruises to count, it’s bines burning and feeling like there were slowly being melted and it’s poor crushed heart felt like it was about to explode at any moment.

 Though everything was in an ungodly amount of pure agony, it was difficult to even register as my mind began to suffocate me in its dreadful fears and darkest worries. Question, after question, regret, after regret. The entire weight of the world on my trembling shoulders, crushing me slowly as my head spun with questions that I pleaded answers for.

Why did I do this? Why this part of town? Why this gang? Why did I even bother being such a “hero”? Regret was the most-deadliest poison of all in my opinion, flowing through my bloodstream and tainting whatever hope I had left.

I knew. This was part of this soul crushing job. Faces would come ang go, your mind just grows use to it…But once it’s your time to bite the dust… Both your heart and soul scream out, pleading and begging. For someone, anyone to save your useless life.

It’s unfortunate how I lost this little, twisted game for “Chase”. My heart rocketing into my throat hearing those horrifying footsteps, echoing through the desolate alleyways.

Closer and closer. Louder and louder. Like a vicious, ferocious predator slowly closing in on its pathetic prey, on its mouth-watering prize… The world around my exhausted eyes began to fade, my broken mind confirming this was truly it, my crimson red blood sinking into the soaking wet pavement. The endless and deafening screams to “get up!” and “run!” were now slowly dying along with my shattered body.

Just I was about to accept my dreadful fate of becoming a new punching bag for this disgusting gang, just like little Riley… The ear-splitting sounds of sirens bursting my already in pain ear drums and jolting my mind awake in an instant. Once more I was consumed by such sickening questions that I would have begged answers for, key word folks is “would”.

My pale body, which was beautifully painted with too many wounds and bruises to keep track of, was still going through with the agonizing progress of shutting down. Even if my mind screamed it to stop.

However, as I slowly was losing my slender grip on this world, my body was suddenly lifted, not by those sick murders that had gave me a terrible beating beforehand. No. Instead the soft touch of my fellow colleagues, their soft and gentle voices filling my ears as they dragged my dying body into the back of what I hoped and prayed to be an ambulance. The blinding lights and voices were all such a blur to me, my body too weak to even keep its eyes open. Giving into the hellish pain and slowly fading out of consciousness.

#my art #my artwork #my art stuff #digital art #my ocs #my oc art #cuphead #cuphead ocs #alfred

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

Been going thru a writing block recently but I FINALLY managed to write something. It’s very stream of consciousness and messy and was written in like an hour so,,, eventually I’m gonna clean it up/add to it and post it on AO3 (it was a prompt for the Bad Things Happen Bingo hhhhh) but for now, enjoy Jason’s reaction to Tim’s torture being broadcast:

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Jason goes to cave, and the only reason why is because everyone else is out for the night. It's early enough that he doesn't have to worry about anyone coming back, unless they're seriously injured, which like he does not want to deal with at all ever.  Because that would mean INTERACTING with people, and he can only handle so much of that, especially with these specific people. So it's just easier for him to go and get what he needs--which, tonight, are a few old reports, and yeah he could've gone without them but whatever--before it hits, like, one AM. That's like the witching hour of Bat injuries. He would know.

So he goes, and he's thankful that no one's around, and he tells himself that if Alfred happens to come downstairs while Jason's still poking around getting his stuff, it'll be fine and he won't be happy to see him, no way no how.

The Cave is big and empty, the only sounds the bats screeching and flying around. And maybe he should be scared, but he never has been before so he's absolutely not about to start now. He knows his way around still, and if he feels a little like an apparition, numb and distant and totally not dissociating, well. He's just. not gonna acknowledge that. Ever.

But like, he is definitely feeling that way, so he hurries over to the computer, wanting to Stop Feeling Like That Right Now Immediately. Sitting there in Bruce's chair doesn't help the way he thought it might--wait, nevermind, he never thought that. That'd be dumb. Of course it's not going to help sitting in this freaking chair that holds so many of his memories. 

He thinks, whatever, and pretends that Oracle won't know what he's doing and report right back to B. Maybe he should just do his thing and go. But hell, if he's going to be caught out anyway, he reasons, why not fuck stuff up a little bit?

So he detours from his original intentions and opens up a porno or two or ten on the Batcomputer. But that gets old after a few minutes of findign the weirdest shit he can, so he goes to the very complicated organization of files and looks up what he needs. Suddenly the mouse stops clicking. 

"What the fuck," he says, because um. What the fuck??? The Batcomputer doesn't get slow. And he'd know if it was Babs, because she's not shy about putting up her logo and locking people out of their hardware. So by all rights this shouldn't be possible and can basically only mean bad shit.

That's when a video pops up on the screen.

At first, it's just black, and Jason is confused and annoyed. "Babs," he says, because there's no way she's not tapped into whatever bugs she has down here, "stop playing. I'm just here for some files and then I'm gone." When that gets no reaction, he adds, "Won't even take the originals, just need some copies." but. it's Not Babs. it's Worse.

The black of the screen is replaced by a horrible sight: a Frankenstein-esque laboratory that's been splattered in paint. White and green and red paint. There's a huge table in the middle, and there, strapped down on it, is the fucking Replacement.

Jason... does not Like the kid. He really doesn't. They're civil enough and he's apologized for almost killing him, enough that Tim has forgiven him if not forgotten. But they don't interact outside of the occasional missions, and there are still days that Jason thinks about being replaced and sees sickly green and has to forcibly calm himself down. Or like, punch the wall or something. And then remind himself it's not the kid's fault, except for that it totally is--BUT NO. Stop, Jason! Not the point right now!!!

The Joker comes onto the screen, then, and Jesus Christ his smile is still as big and inhuman as it ever was, sickeningly amused by a what, 17 year old kid? being tortured. 

 "Oh, Batsy," he sings, and the sound of his voice sends furious, painful shivers down Jason's spine. Oh fuck no, he thinks, and wants to get up, but he finds himself rooted to the spot. (And this spot, by the way?? It's where Jason's dad sat for years. He would sit here and protect the city, make it better, or so Jason thought. But sitting here, it feels like he's Bruce, it feels like he's that little kid who was murdered, it feels like a lot of really horrible, gut wrenching emotions that he has no desire to poke through or experience to any degree.)

"I've got another of your little birds," Joker says. 

 Part of Jason tunes out. He can't stand this. He doesn't want to hear another word out of that fucking thing's mouth ever again, and it's better to just let the voice pass by over him than to actually listen. 

But another part of Jason, the part that's been fighting this war since he was born, won't let him ignore what's being said. He has to know everything, all the details, can't have only half the picture. 

So Jason pays attention and catalogs everything. Forces himself to listen as the clown talks about how he kidnapped Tim off the street.

Then, moving over to the set up, Joker flicks a giant switch, and Tim, who's been laying on the table, seemingly passed out--Jason could tell he was awake the whole time--he. He gets shocked. With like, what seems like actual freaking lightening and Jason really shouldn't be surprised at this point but what the FUCK?????

Clenching his fists, he watches as Joker goes over to Tim, crooning something the camera doesn't quite pick up. Joker turns the electricity off and says, "I think you need some air, little birdie," and puts a mask on Tim's face. and Jason is hit by a strong wave of alarm bells, but there's nothing he can do. Tim fights it, but he's so weak, and then there's an oxygen mask on his face and he's only got straight up Joker Toxin to breathe with.

A blinking message shows up on the screen, saying an address. Signed 'O'.

Jason watches for another minute as Joker takes the mask off and Tim starts hysterically giggling, the sound a wheezing and crackling and painful thing.

"Fuck this," Jason says, because he doesn't even want to THINK about what comes next, what it's going to do to the kid's body, how badly the kid is going to be hurt. He runs over to the bikes, grabs the keys and high tails it the fuck out of there. 

 He thinks he might throw up, the thought of seeing the Joker in person again too much to bare even on his best nights, but. Whatever. He has to get through it. He's managed it before, with other horrible things, and he can do it now. He can do it for Tim. 

He doesn't like the kid, they aren't friends and certainly aren't brothers, but he's not about to just let the Joker kill another Robin. Absolutely fucking not.

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please do not tag as incest!!

#jason todd #tim drake #batfam #not!fic #batfam fic #my writing #idek what this is really. im just glad i got something written for once kdshfkdashkjdsh

[starco-week]

Perfect (Day 1)

Hhhhh this became incredibly cheesy I'm sorry

I'm so not used to writing canon Starco omg

I've actually always wanted to make something for this week and I'm so happy I finally made something for it!!

Enjoy!

"Can I open...my eyes yet??" She impatiently huffed, her legs growing weary as she continued climbing up the stairs.

"You know how...hard it is...for me now that t-the...magic is gone," she added, panting more and more as each step went on.

"Don't worry, it'll all be worth it," Marco answered, barely panting at all compared to Star.

"Alright...whatever...you say...Diaz," she huffed back at him, a small smile growing on her lips as she imagined the possibilities.

After a lot more huffing and puffing, they finally reached their destination.

"Tada!" Marco lifted his hands off her eyes and added little jazz hands for extra flare.

She gasped with delight, it was...

Perfect.

There was a small little picnic blanket under a brightly lit tree, it's lanterns glowing beautifully on its many branches. A picnic basket sat to the side of the small candlelight on the middle of the blanket. The sky had just turned a dark shade of midnight purple, orange and yellow streaks melting into the sky like the Northern lights.

"Awww, Marco..." She leaned in to kiss him on the nose when...

Snap.

Star and Marco whipped around, facing the source of the sound.

"Starfan13?!" They both shouted in unison, their faces turning into bright red tomatoes.

She giggled uncontrollably and snapped a few more pictures before running off.

When they both made sure she was out of sight, they sat down on the picnic blanket, opening the basket to find...

"Nachos!!" She exclaimed with joy, her eyes twinkling like stars.

"Yep! Made by the one and only," Marco smoothly added with pizazz.

"Oh, you~" Star booped him on the nose, giggling as he blushed uncontrollably.

Clang!

Star and Marco jumped in their seats, as they turned to see who it was this time.

"Oops," a very familiar voice gasped out as they reached over to retrieve their fallen can of paint.

"Dad?!" Marco exclaimed, getting up from the blanket.

"Oh sorry mijo, I just had to, I know how important this date is to you two and I had to keep a record of it somehow right?" He sheepishly replied, rubbing his hand behind his neck.

Marco sighed in defeat.

"I'm sorry about all this Star, I was really hoping we could have a great, perfect night together but it looks like we won't be getting that with everyone around like this."

Star chuckled at his apology, "Marco why are you apologizing?"

"Because this was supposed to be perfect and it's not-"

He was stopped short with a little kiss on the lips, his eyes growing wide in realization before returning the gesture.

Star broke the kiss after a moment, and replied with sincerity glowing in her eyes.

"Marco, everything is already perfect, I mean, what more do we need?"

"I dunno, I just-"

"We have each other and that's more than I could ever ask for." She finished replacing his guilt with glee.

"Hah, that was so cheesy wasn't it?" She added after a moment, turning her face away and twirling her lose strand of hair to try to hide her blushing.

Marco laughed, a bright sound of relief as he pulled her into a hug.

"Yep, but it's perfect to me," he replied as a string of coos and awws erupted from around them.

"Ponyhead?!" Star gasped out, noticing a blinking light in the midst of the dark night.

Seahorse appeared behind it waving his fin with a sheepish smile.

"What are you guys doing here??" Star asked, noticing almost all her family and friends hiding around them, either in bushes or in the trees.

"Gurl! Do you have any idea how many followers you guys have?!" Ponyhead bursted in excitement.

"Uh no-"

"You guys are the talk of the town!!" She answered back, her eyes practically bursting out of her skull.

"And once this livestream is out you guys will probably be like celebrities," Janna added nonchalantly.

Star and Marco looked each other quizzically before bursting out in a fit of laughter, not even caring about the several snaps of camera or the sounds of sobbing parents but just on the fact that they were there, together.

And that was the most perfect thing of all.

(submitted by kikithefox231)

#just the right amount of cheesiness and i like it! :d #short but really fun! #kikithefox231 #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #starco #star butterfly #marco diaz #fanfic #awkward dating moments #submission

[nadineselfships-archived]

Bathed in Morning Light

Pairing/s: John Seed/Nadine Sinclaire

A/n: OH BOY TIME TO GET SOFT N' VULNERABLE. Soft morning after fic with me n' John ft. testing out some new writing techniques/styles!! I got insecure at the end but hhhhh the rest made me so flustered while I was writing it!!

TW/s: implied nudity, kissing, tame touching (Like caressing arms and faces)

Blue eyes shimmering like an underwater cave painted in lapis gazed ever so gently at the peaceful expression of their lover. Nadine's peaceful breathing mingled with John's, warm bodies hidden under soft cotton sheets and tangled with each other so perfectly that John could only imagine this was what hevean truly felt like. John's eyes traced the vast planes of Nadine's face, soaking in every minute detail. He counted each freckle, traced over every bump, lingered over their lips that were parted so sinfully and alluringly before he allowed his fingertip to graze their soft cheek.

John could feel the slow rhythmic beating of his heart that he knew in his soul was synced with Nadine's own heartbeat, the thought making the hurricane in his stomach further stir and a ghost of a smile to grace his lips. Leaning forward as slowly as his body could allow John's forehead gently met Nadine's, eyes closing and hand trailing down to their collarbone, coming to rest over their heart.

Moments ticked by and much to John's delight the beating in his chest matched the one underneath his palm. His eyes opened again but this time they were met by the syrupy gaze of his lover, glazed with sleep and dreams escaping them as they blinked slowly.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry." He wasn't really.

"No, Maybe," Nadine smiled lazily, gathering their strength to lift their arm to stroke John's cheek. As Nadine's soft fingertips brushed against his skin John felt his entire body set on fire, each muscle tensing and relaxing simultaneously, his eyes fluttering closed again as he melted into their hand.

Nadine smiled as they watched him, their sleep washing away as they basked in the sight of John bathed in the morning sunlight, his hand wrapping around the one they held against his cheek. His chapped lips pressed against their palm and Nadine's heart fluttered, heat crawling behind their ears as he opened his eyes and gazed at them from under his lashes. His blue eyes peircing as he searched their own, nothing but adoration and awe held within each other's gaze.

He was so beautiful. Nadine felt their breath always get stolen away whenever his brilliant eyes even so much as glanced at them. Thinking of a time without those blue eyes in their life was almost painful, Nadine couldn't fathom not waking up beside him with his arms securely holding them. Protecting them. Always keeping them safe from anything that would wish to harm them. He was like their very own guardian angel.

"How long have you been up?" Nadine's voice is a whisper, almost hesitant in it's tone as wishing not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere. John hums in thought, moving Nadine's hand in his grasp as he begins to kiss each of their fingertips, leaving each one tingling dangerously.

"An hour," John smiles as Nadine's eyes widen before squinting, a wide smile spreading across their face.

"Have you been staring at me for an hour?"

A beat.

"Maybe."

A laugh.

"Creep."

John grins along with Nadine, a playful air dancing between the two as Nadine giggles. Their giggling turns into an abrupt gasp as John pushes them onto their back and hovers over them, hands firmly but gently holding their wrists beside their head. The cotton sheets that were covering them modestly before now hung from John's hips, Nadine laid bare and vulnerable beneath him with the sunlight bathing their skin.

The devious glint in his eye falters into something more soft as Nadine smiles up at him with nothing but contentment, he remembered a time where a position like this would have caused them nothing but discomfort.

Their brown eyes glittered with golden flecks that reflected the sun, stared up at him with a softness, an unspoken trust as their chest rose and fell steadily. John's lips part as he watches them with a love tainted gaze, nothing but perfection to be found as his eyes wandered their form. He followed the path he left the night before, marks trailing from their neck to their pelvis, each placed with care and purpose.

"Beautiful," he mutters, hands snaking down Nadine's forearms as he leans down to place a kiss in the middle of their chest. His left hand grazes over the scars on Nadine's bicep and he brings himself up to plant a tender kiss to the marred skin, a defiant noise rips from Nadine's throat but they stay still. John chuckles and turns to see Nadine's pouty expression.

"Why do you do that?" As if they didn't know.

"Because every inch of you is beautiful," he kisses their shoulder, "perfect," their neck, "divine," their lips, soft and eager to return his passionate action. Seconds tick by as John loses himself in the feeling of their kiss, love and want and care tied together in this intimate embrace. Parting from them is near impossible, lips ghost over each other in defiant act to not stray as they both allow air back into their lungs.

Nadine's head spins, as it always does after one of John's kisses. Their heart races behind their ribcage and as they place their hand on John's chest they feel his heartbeat match the erratic pace of their own.

"I love you," Nadine whispers against John's lips, words meant only for him to hear and feel the impact of. And does he feel it. The words ricochet through him, making him come undone as they do every time Nadine sings the three blessed words to him. He kisses them again. And again, and again, and again until he's sure both their lips are shamefully swollen and red. Nadine's hands now tangle in John's unkempt hair as his hold tightly onto their waist, they both breathe heavily and John can't help but feel prideful at the breathless look on his lovers face.

They had no idea the impact they had on him but Nadine was a miraculously open book with how he made them feel. Their flushed cheeks and glazed over eyes that beckoned him so sweetly, parted lips awaiting any other onslaught he so wished to bring upon them. They looked like an angel.

"I adore you." He meant it. Truly. Utterly.

He peppered kisses along Nadine's jaw as he repeated the phrase, saying it once could never portray how strongly he felt it. Nadine's eyes fluttered closed and he took the opportunity to place feathery light kisses to their eyelids, the sweet gesture eliciting a melodic giggle from Nadine. Their hands trailed down his arms and he pressed a chaste kiss to their forehead.

John couldn't imagine a time he had been this content, this full of love and genuine joy. His eyes trailed over Nadine's face again as he tried to burn the imagine of their smiling cheeks into his mind. Although it was an image he already could never forget, as he'd spent so long gazing at it day and night.

Unfortunately, the sound of John's phone alerting him to a call disrupted the heveanly scene, John's mood immediately souring as he leans his forehead against Nadine's. They smile up as he mimics their previously pouty expression, much more genuinely annoyed then they had been. Was it selfish of him to want to throw his phone out the window and stay with Nadine in bed all day? Yes, probably. But that didn't stop him from considering it.

Before he has a chance to decide however Nadine stretches their arm across to the beside table and captures his ringing phone in their grasp. Bringing the phone to their ear John's grin returns as they smile cheekily up at him.

"Goodmorning, Mr. Seed can't come to the phone right now, how may I help you?" They were adorable. How could they be so adorable?

"Oh, goodmorning Joseph!" a snort escapes Nadine and John's grin widens at their surprised expression. They wheeze and cover their mouth with their hand, shaking their head as a small laugh escapes John.

"Yeah of course, here," Nadine nearly whines as they thrust the phone into John's hand. He laughs as they cover their face and roll onto their side. He presses a reassuring kiss to their shoulder before sitting up to talk to his brother, as he does Nadine wraps their arms around his waist and curls around him. How unknowingly distracting they could be at times.

The phone call drags on longer than John would have liked, Nadine had become restless and fled to their ensuite halfway through it even. Which left him with an empty bed as he placed his phone back down on the bedside table. With a sigh John resigned himself to the fact his blissful morning with the love of his life was over and he had to face his daily responsibilities.

He dragged his feet across the floor and entered the ensuite, eyes dragging along Nadine's figure as they shimmied into a pair of skinny jeans. Nadine picks up their shirt from the counter, slipping their arms into the sleeves but pausing as they glance at the mirror and meet John's admiring gaze. They smile and John feels the weight lift off his shoulders, a day full of tedious tasks wouldn't be so tedious if they were there beside him.

"So what are Joseph's master plans for us?" Nadine hums, slipping their shirt over their head and turning to him, eyes shamelessly wandering as he stood in the doorway.

"Recruiting today, renovating tomorrow." He replies easily, striding forward and taking a strand of Nadine's dark chocolate hair between his fingers.

"Mm, divide and conquer," Nadine grins, John chuckling at their words and tucking the strand of hair behind their ear. He repeats their words, cupping their cheek and stroking it with his thumb. John captures Nadine's lips once more, knowing once they leave he'll have to wait until they return home to be able to smother them in such affection freely again. It's a much softer kiss, purposefully slow and sweet.

Nadine is the first to break away, John's lips follow after theirs and it's their turn to chuckle as John gazes at them almost helplessly.

"Have a shower, I'll make breakfast." Nadine hums, pressing a much quicker kiss to John's needy lips before retreating back into their bedroom. John's eyes follow them in the mirror, watching as they lean over the bed and grab their phone before disappearing from sight.

John turns his gaze to his own reflection, blue eyes shimmering with love and want for nothing but Nadine. He looks softer then he used to, he muses, his sharp edges sanded down by Nadine's gentle touches. He looks happy, he feels euphoric. He couldn't have imagined a year ago, loving someone and being loved in return, so unconditionally as well. Nadine truly was John's miracle, his very own angel. He could only smile and think of the mornings to come where he'd watch them bathed in the sunlight, his very own heaven on earth that was for him and him alone.

#self insert #self ship #oc x canon #fc5 #self ship fic #my writing #nadine writes #self insert fics are self care!!!! i am taking much care!! ajzjfmfkdkd #i got nervous at the end so i had to interrupt the soft with a phone call i andnfmfkskdk #i could have gone on forever of john just musing over how beautiful he thinks i am and how much he loves me but AAAAAAAAA #the end is still rlly soft n i'm just an absolute puddle rn help me lord akdkgkgkfk #i don't think i've written something like this before so it was really nice too #sometimes you just gotta write how much your f/o absolutely adores you yanno andnfmg

[dxmagedrose]

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Tagged by: my lover @hammurabicomplex​ I’m tagging: anyone and everyone who wants to pick this one up! share with the class if you feel like it! tag me in it!!

PRESENTING. RANDOM DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO-MUN AT 2AM ;

FIRST NAME Good fucking question… It’s (sort-of) currently Dylann! I was Kieran before that, though; it’s still used as one of my first names and I’m not used to Dylann quite yet bc I’ve just started using it. 

Indigo is one of my middle names though, and I’ve used it as an online handle elsewhere forever so I use it here now!  [ Fun etymology facts: Dylan(n) is a mythology name generally meaning “born of the wave” (aspiring diver & a water witch at heart). Kieran means “little dark one” bc of my love for horror, && I chose Indigo bc as a kid to be it was neither boy (blue) or purple (girl) and was both and neither as well as my absolute favorite color as this vibrant ass mystical color. ]

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF hmmmmm…. I’m a horror lover at heart, so as a child (I wanna say 12), I was walking through an antique store (I have a few cool finds, I considered putting my other one as the fact tbh) and I turned the corner and I saw these two dolls staring back at me at the foot of the stairs of this antique building. my blood froze, and i felt my stomach drop. i got actual, physical goosebumps stumbling across these two creepy dolls staring back at me in the corner, and i couldn’t leave the store without them. perhaps the little painted porcelain boy would be somewhat spooky by himself if it wasn’t for the terrifying lidded gaze of the porcelain girl with the hairline fractures and slightly open lips. i cant look at her. i dont really find dolls scary, I like to find the spookier ones ones, and she makes me paranoid as hell. i keep her face covered and her up in my closet except for when i bring her out to show her off proudly as the spookiest thing I have but……. i dont really collect dolls anymore.  even thinking about her brings a fearful tear to my eye.  i don’t like to think about her for very long, but that’s why I’m so fucking proud to own her. ( YES — I’m THAT white person in the horror film )

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hhhhh a beardy jawline, high cheekbones, crooked canine teeth >:3c

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF b.l.t.’s with avocado. ahhhh. my mouth is watering just thinking about it, oh my god. just a bit of salt and pepper???

A FOOD YOU HATE barbecue anything, i hate the taste of bbq sauce, you keep your nasty black goo to yourselves at the grill. twice in my life i have presented with barbecue pizza and both times i cried literal tears. why would you do such a horrible thing to a person? what kind of a monster are you? how do you sleep at night?!

GUILTY PLEASURE the sims. constantly. always. i’ve sunk thousands of hours into my households. oh also uhhhhhh i run two 80s horror blogs, one being a shitpost blog with occasional art of mine and one gremlin fanfic ship blog for horrible, terrible self indulgent fanfics i’ll get the courage to finish writing & post so i can be cancelled on tumblr for at some point. NO, i won’t link them. as i pretend they’re even all that hard to find, within a day i was found on both by someone i admire here a lot :’) ilu bby thnk u eternally for supporting ur local horrifying dumbass wtf

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN the same clothes i’ve been wearing all day usually, my sweats & long sleeve raglans or my hoodies. i like being cozy day & and out. and ugh. efoort. just throw me in a blanket in a cool room and im out.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships with some openness or poly. i wish i could fling! just not exactly easy for demisexual autistics lmao.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE I think I would be adopted by my grandma as a kid. It would save me some trauma but mostly I think it would get my autism diagnosed way earlier and save me angsting all these years of wondering why & thinking it’s my fault I’m struggling so much and so loud and affectionate and different in a world that i didnt fit in the same way. 

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON when i get drunk i text people how much they mean to me in my life. does that answer your question? ahhh. i’m sometimes a cuddle monster with friends, i message people with long texts about how much they mean to me, but I sometimes really don’t like to be touched at all. 

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN FLYPAPER.  F L Y P A P E R.  FLYPAPER.  FLY, and, I can’t stress this enough, fucking PAPER. ( Though also Whole Nine Yards and both Re-Animator & Bride ). I have watched Flypaper already like, 5 times this week and I’m still not done, and the other movies have been on repeat for days in this household within the last year. In the past it has also been Donnie Darko & the new Nightmare on Elm Street.  roast me.

FAVORITE BOOK White Fang by Jack London. Have I actually ever finished it? No. Do I still own a copy I’ve had since childhood thru multiple dogs eating it, taking it to and from school, and highlighting and circling all the best parts of chapter one ever since I was a kid and it was too hard of a book for me to read? You bet your ass. If I ever need inspiration I just reread chapter 1. Although one of my other favorites was Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. But White Fang is like, a weirdly personal text. We stan London’s writing in this household.

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE FENNEC FOX!! I used to daydream about having my own named Shiloh when I was a lil kid. they’re adorable little things and i am obsessed. i mean, gimme any fox and im happy, marble foxes, red foxes… but I was obsessed with fennec foxes. Also tbh ferrets. I want a ferret.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Rosa & @ninetyscnds‘s Luke, Rosa & @iimpulsivity is already screaming my name, Rosa & Constantine, Jesse & Andrea from Breaking Bad, and the joker and harley of 80s sci-fi Dan & Herbert from Re-Ani.  I am but a simple opossum. 

PIE OR CAKE Pie! I’ll take both pumpkin & melty apple over cake. also, cheesecake is more pie than cake soooo, pie wins.

FAVORITE SCENT my dogs / my blanket. :’)  It’s the most grounding smell in the world. 

CELEBRITY CRUSH oliver jackson-cohen, i’m fucking GAY and im angry about it. there i was, minding my own business, and i saw that asshole in a certain SHIRTLESS GIF and it AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME. dont talk to me about it, holy shit im obsessed with beardy men now god fuckkdafjaask i hate him why did he make me this gay i was perfectly fine being into girls but NOOOOOO him and his dumb hairy chest and sweet rugged face and I——  I also am obsessed with the archaeologist & television personality Josh Gates and may or may not be considering making a fan blog for him bc idk if my anthropology docuseries host is Dad or Daddy but i love him lots

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I would go on a dive with anthropologists and archaeologists doing fieldwork research in the ancient cenotes of the Yucatán Peninsula. My actual dream job, catch me crying & fantasizing about being underwater documenting Mayan skulls given as offerings. Fuckkkk, I love anthropology so much!!  take me anywhere in the world to immerse myself into culture & archaeology.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert. I have a real life friend I see roughly once a month, and that’s it. Plenty of online relationships, I’m chatty, message me all day every day. but i dont do people well.

DO YOU SCARE EASILY I used to! Really bad. I don’t as much anymore. I do get paranoia a lot still. Having therapists telling you that the FBI could be outside your house watching you through your windows will kind of nervous. ( no google results for: yes hello fbi i am a writer please dont put me on watchlists i just have research i need to do for this idea im working on, would you like to try again? ) I have nightmares nightly but not they never make me afraid, they just make me feel like crap. jumpscares and loud noises and seeing people reaching into their pockets dont set off as many brain alarms anymore tho!! progress haha.

IPHONE OR ANDROID I like my android better bc of capabilities but meh

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES My mom, her husband & I play COD for family game night, and Silent Hill is my life’s blood. I’ve sunken hours into Sims & Skyrim, and Norman Jayden from Heavy Rain is my #1 fictional character in existence, why do i love the druggie babies

DREAM JOB Oh… You’re asking me to pick? I’d love to be an anthropologist doing work out in the field. Underwater archaeology is peak, but I’m also heavily considering being a body recovery diver or police diver. I’d love to see myself in uniform someday, if possible. Just the thought makes me teary eyed & proud.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS fund my person creative & educational endeavors. get myself a spooky ass abandoned house to make my own home to create in, and travel to the world’s best dive sites. just live a mild life of education, creation & exploration. that’s the dream TM.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE dr. hill is a gross and whiny lil bitch this post brought to u by the miskatonic crew, how is everyone here an even worse bad guy than herbert west precious dan excluded talk shit get hit tho john winchester from spn and both walter white & todd from breaking bad are all in my crew of hated characters. i jusT…   the reani novel is difficult to read because i have to deal with this old sack of shit.

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER Supernatural :-)

… AND THIS CONCLUDES A DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO!! //

#||: && the mundane ( ooc ); #( get to know a bitch!! ) #( this was... a lot of me rambling about weirdly personal shit at 2 am )

[hyperboreanhapocanthosaurus]

tagged by @zomsaurus

1. Name: Hapo

2. Birthday: April 26

3. Zodiac Sign: Taurus

4. Height: 5′6″ (~168 cm)

5. Hobbies: drawing/painting, reading, writing, comics, photography

6. Favorite Color[s]: blue/violet

7. Favorite Books: hhhhh of the ones on my pile right now, Making Comics by Scott McCloud (all my books are back in edmonton so i’d need to look at them)

8. Last Song Listened To: Slow Down - Scenic Route to Alaska (everybody’s tellin’ me to / stop take a breath and slow down...)

9. Last Film Watched: Always Be My Maybe (i think?)

10. Inspiration For Muse: if we’re talking about the battle of ab ocs - a potent mixture of 10+ years of homesickness, things told to me or things i hear, nature/the environment, memories, history, intense desire for change. for ancient ocs -  the work i’ve done for my degrees and a way to positively channel out all the misanthropic energy i built up in jr high and high school

11. Dream job: i still don’t know but i like old things and gushing about them. i want to do something that involves visual literacy as well as writing.

12. Meaning of URL: hyperborean = lit. ‘beyond the north wind’, a mythical people the greeks talk about; hapocanthosaurus = a bastardization of haplocanthosaurus because i’m hapo and dinosaurs are part of the alberta heritage i guess

tagging: you if you like!

#hapo rambles #about hapo #personal hapo #tag meme

[jesstheespeon]

Hoo boy I got tagged by @alagaisia!! Absolutely SHOCKED we live this close to each other O_O

1) Are you named after anyone?:

Nope! And I wasn’t even picked from a baby book, my mom just really liked the name. And I was going to be a Jess regardless of AGAB :P

2) When was the last time you cried?:

Probably... almost a month ago? I was having a delayed anxiety attack and went nonfunctional for about 1-2 hours!

3) Do you have any kids?:

No! NO NO NO!!! NO KIDS! Do not want. E V E R.

4) Do you use sarcasm?: 

No, never ;)

5) What’s the first thing you notice about people?: 

Body language. If you’re nervous, I’ll know. If you think you’re about to score a date with me, I’ll know. (And promptly disappoint you)

6) What’s your eye color?: 

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH????? There’s a blue ring on the outside, a green ring after that, then a hazel ring, and brown right towards the pupil. So... uh... grey from a distance.

7) Scary movie or happy ending?: 

Depends on my mood! More often than not I’ll want a scary movie (because happy endings=romance, and... hehe... read my bio ;)). But then, there are just some times where I need some cheeseballs being cute together so I can write terrible, terrible fanfic.

8) Any special talents?: 

I don’t know if I can do this any more, but when I was younger I could do the scorpion gymnastics pose and curl my feet under my chin!

9) Where were you born?: 

Born? Milwaukee, WI, USA. Raised? Sussex, WI, USA.

10) What are your hobbies?:

Reading, writing, playing video games for 8 hours straight and giving both my pinkies trigger finger... painting, making buttons, craftsy stuff! Oh. Also watching vine comps.

11) Do you have any pets?:

A puppy!! Her name is Nutmeg and she’s 9!! 

12) What sports do you play?:

eSports. *distant forced laughter* Uh, I used to play volleyball when I was a kid. And basketball and softball. I want to get back into volleyball!

13) How tall are you?: 

5′8 ish? 5′7? Somewhere in that range. Taller than the average bear, but not. tall. enough.

14) Favorite subject in school?:

ENGLISH LITERATURE!!! AP Lit in high school is the best class I’ve ever taken, period. Like, Physics comes close, but Lit was... lit *ba-dum tsh*

15) Dream job?: 

Some big tech firm, like Google or Microsoft! Oh, wait, dream job? Animator! I wanna make my own cartoon series!! Writing, drawing, animating... hhhhh

Now, to tag my gremlins... @onewholesuicidal @clouddy22 @attahunk @okjooonfire aaaaand @violette-witch