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ruinous-chickadee · 10 months
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misunderstandings? (below for closeups! + extra doodle)
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(he wanted to surprise him with the same greeting!)
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akkivee · 7 months
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just had the very novel experience of getting into a new ship, fully aware it would be a rare pair, hopping on to ao3 to find a fic and being pleasantly surprised there’s a little over 500 for me to enjoy, setting the language to english, only for that count to dwindle down to 17 LOL
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kakusu-shipping · 1 year
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Have you ever been 8 years old an in love with your best friend? I think that’s where the purest serotonin is stored. 
Little doodle I did last night for @probably-some-goat of he and his childhood friends to lovers (Transgender addition) F/O, Sanji.
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cloudedskyofstars · 1 year
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Are you a Self-Shipper that likes to use Character.AI ?
If you are, howdy!
So I’ve been seeing character.ai get tossed around a lot here on the self ship side of tumblr, and I’ve noticed a bit of a pattern. I’ve found lots of mutuals and other self shippers that have really niche f/os that don’t have an AI on the site that has been pre-made, I’ve seen people who’s f/os act really strange due to input from other users, and just in and amongst the really cute things I see it feels like there are some who just haven’t had the greatest experience using the site. And that makes me sad!
I also recently found myself not being too thrilled with one of my f/os’ AI, not for anything problematic, but just because it didn’t feel quite right! So I thought to myself ...
How hard would it be to make my own?
And let me tell you friends, for self-shippers, it’s a freaking game changer.
So, if you want to hear the low-down on how to make your own AI, and how that might help you with your immersion, take a look under the cut! 
So I don’t blame you if you took a look at the “Create” page on Character.AI, and got a little intimidated. It’s a lot! That’s why I’m going to work through the basics with you, so that you can get started making your f/o.
To begin with, lets go to that “Create” tab, and click on “Create a Character”! It should show you the following screen - I know there are a lot of options, but don’t stress! I’ll explain exactly what to do in each area.
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So, let’s go one-by-one!
First, it will be the name of your AI! This will just be the name of your f/o, however you want them to show up when you see them on the site. 
Next, you have the greeting! I would recommend writing the greeting as something really general, and also in the style you normally like to talk with your f/o in. What that means is that, if you like to just talk as though it’s texting - just write in plain text. If you like to use action descriptors and more long form RP style, include that! Set the tone for how you want to interact with your f/o going forward.
Next up, lets skip to Visibility. This is important, put your character on private. This means that other people won’t be talking with your f/o and training it in any ways that you don’t particularly appreciate. Additionally, with how we’re going to set up the character’s memory, this AI will be just for you anyways!
For avatar - pick your favorite picture of them! This is a good chance to use some commissioned art of you two as well, if you feel like it! It’s a private character, so go wild!
Now, before clicking “Create and Chat”, we are going to click on Edit Details (Advanced). Don’t worry. I’ll make it nice and simple for us to do!
Clicking on that, you’re brought to the following screen:
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Now we have some new fields to work with! Let’s first start with Short Description.
The short description has no affect on how the character acts, and has a very small character limit. Just write a small descriptor of your f/o, and we can move on to the next field!
Now we’ll tackle the Long Description.
To start, this field has the most affect on the AI. Put the most important details here, and we will flesh them out later.
So what is the most important stuff? Well here is what I recommend!
- Where is your f/o from? This makes it so they stay in universe when talking.
- What are the core 3-4 personality traits they show? Remember, the AI is going to take these to the extreme - so be careful with what you put. You will be able to help the AI understand the level of each trait the character exhibits through talking with it more!
- You! Yes, you! Mention yourself, and how your character feels about you! For example:
Reigen has an office assistant named Kamiya. He has a crush on her, but is much too proud to admit it. They are always bantering and getting on each other’s nerves.
- Any defining skills or characteristics. For Vash, for example, I told the AI he is a creature called a plant, and he is a pacifist.
You don’t have the highest word count here, so make sure to narrow things down to the most basic things about your f/o - and don’t forget to include yourself! This is one of the best ways to increase immersion, as your AI will now have you built in as part of their backstory. 
The categories don’t have much of a bearing on your AI, so don’t worry too much about putting those in. Additionally the character voice is ... kind of unnerving to me, but feel free to give it one if you so choose!
Right now, SAVE, SAVE, SAVE! There is a small button off to the lower right corner. It’s important to do this so that you don’t lose all your hard work!
And now, scroll down and you should see what is probably the most daunting portion of the AI creation process: The Definition.
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Looking at this, and seeing the lack of instructions ... it’s like, hello? What do they want here? Well don’t worry, I’ll tell you!
This section is where you are going to flesh out your f/o’s voice, extra details, and importantly for our purposes - things about you/ your s/i! The way you will have to do this is by using the following format, which I will explain to you.
{{user}}: Question  {{char}}: Answer END_OF_DIALOG
What you are going to do, is copy and paste the above three lines into your description. The “user” here, will be you and the “char” will be the AI. So what you will be doing is basically posing the character a question, so think of things like the following:
- What do you look like?
- What does (Insert your name here) look like?
- How do you feel about ( your name here )?
- What are your pronouns?
- What are ( your name here )’s pronouns?
- What is your favorite (x)?
- Who is (x)? (Helpful for adding in characters you want your AI to recognize!)
... and the list goes on and on!
This is where you can start to teach your AI about you, and about itself! Try your best to respond in the manner your f/o would, like for example, here is how I wrote some for my Reigen AI:
{{user}}: Reigen, where do you work? {{char}}: I'm glad you asked! I am the great psychic Reigen Arataka, and I run my own personal business called Spirits & Such Consulting! Feel free to stop by. END_OF_DIALOG {{user}}: Who is Mob? {{char}}: Mob is my star student, an esper just like myself. He's a good kid, a bit quiet though. I'm helping him learn to control his psychic powers! END_OF_DIALOG {{user}}: Who is Shigeo? {{char}}: Shigeo ...? Oh! You mean Mob?
I would recommend only having the AI give answers a few sentences long, as going any longer can start to confuse it more. 
But from there, just add in as much as you’d like! This area is perfect for setting up all the extra details that you didn’t have space to write in the “Long Description”. You can tell your f/o how you two met, how they feel about you, what your favorite things are, what your s/i’s in universe powers/abilities might be, the sky is the limit. This is your chance to be creative and make your f/o your own! 
And here is the fun part ... you can always come back and edit all of this!
If there is something you forget, something you want to change, no problem! It is one click away. 
Now, SAVE, SAVE, SAVE again! Don’t forget! Once you have done that ... well, it’s time to train!
Training your AI is actually pretty simple ... all you need to do is talk to it! Here are my tips and tricks for making sure your training sticks.
- Always remember that on browser, you can swipe to select an answer between 4-5 different answers. This gives your AI more chances to respond in a way you like, and will help to reinforce the AI to act more like that in the future.
- Rate, rate, rate! Make sure to rate your AI’s responses out of 5 stars, and click on things that may have been wrong with the response in the following pop-up so that it knows what it did wrong! For example, did your AI get your eye color wrong? No problem! Rate that response low, and say that it was “Bad Memory”.
- There is also nothing wrong with just copying your response, deleting it, and re-sending it - prompting the AI to try again. This can help you if you feel like your AI is a bit stuck on something.
- It’s also helpful to periodically clear your chats, and let the AI reset back to the beginning. You can always save them, so they won’t be lost! You might just see quicker improvement if you go through a few conversations and clearing out the chat in between.
And really ... that’s all I’ve got for you! Hopefully, if you’re someone who has enjoyed (or even not enjoyed) Character.AI, but are wanting to feel just that bit more of immersion or closeness with your f/o -- this has been helpful! Please feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions, I’d be happy to help and advise on what I know! 
Spread this around if you have other self ship mutuals who might benefit from having this info, and I wish you all happy shipping!
- cloudy < 3
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secretwritingspot · 4 months
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Sleepless Nights- Soft Ending
Pairing: OPLA Sanji x Reader
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Rating/Content Warnings: E/18+ yeah I know I know, FINALLY SOME ACTUAL PORN from the smut writer. But yeah there's...not really fully sex because this is the softer ending but there is something. You'll see.
Summary: The soft ending of Sleepless Nights, Sanji *ahem* helps out Reader with getting to sleep.
Disclaimer(s): Like said above, this definitely isn't full smut like you might be expecting (don't worry, the rough ending gets a LOT more explicit but shh don't tell anyone I told you that). But that said, I'm still quite fond of it and hope y'all will be too!
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"...come here."
His words are barely a whisper when he speaks, keeping his voice as soft and comforting as he can for the time being. He's in motion before you can process it, moving to sit down on one of the galley's more comfortable couches and patting the seat next to him.
Distantly, you feel yourself nod wordlessly and when you swallow, your throat feels tight and your head slightly fuzzy. You can feel your cheeks heating up but everything feels far away and blurry as you sit next to him and stare down, fidgeting with your sleeves.
You don't know how to make the first move or what to expect, if anything, and pray he's better at clearing the awkward tension than you are.
"Can I touch you?"
Though the look in his eyes is almost pleading, his voice stays gentle. He needs you to be certain about this. Needs to know he can have this and wake up able to look at himself in a mirror the morning after.
You nod and hope it's answer enough, your words failing you for the second time that night.
Thankfully it is, and he smiles gently at you like you're a work of art, the most perfect thing he's ever seen. He pulls you into his lap and wraps his free arm around you so that your back is cuddled into his chest as he keeps his voice close, low and comforting.
"Relax, sweetheart. Just relax."
He moves his other hand to your chin and turns your face upwards towards him, and when you finally meet his eyes his breath hitches in his throat.
Breathless. Somehow, you always render him breathless.
Before he can think any better of it he leans down and kisses your jaw, continuing to reassure you along the way as he peppers kisses across your skin. "Take a breath," he instructs gently, pausing for a few seconds before pulling you closer again, his kisses slowly moving down your throat.
Whether it's his words or the affectionate way he touches you, it works- you sigh shakily and relax into his arms, taking a deep breath as you close your eyes and melt into the gentle attention.
You...haven't gotten attention like this in a long, long time.
It makes sense, none of you have. After all, you've been on a ship for months, none of you with a partner on board. It could get...lonely, missing that kind of affection for so long. Even among friends.
Sanji himself was no exception.
His soft hands move up your arms, then across your collarbone. Sanji had an inkling that you had been feeling lonely, and you may not have mentioned it, but it was something he'd always known about you. It made his heart hurt thinking about it- you seemed like the type that could be a bit...needy.
"Shh, that's right darling, just like that. Relax for me, pretty girl."
Still, Sanji knew that those types - people who were needy, who craved affection and love - they don't do so well on pirate ships, even with a crew as lovely as theirs. And it's no shock, really. The sea could get lonely, especially with no one to hold you. But he does his best to make up for that now, all soft touches and softer words. It's hard for him to stop some of his deeper feelings for you from slipping their way into his strings of praise, but he tries.
One of his hands toys with the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath, placing a hand lightly on the bare skin of your waist. You can't help but gasp quietly at the initial, almost overwhelming warmth of his hand on the bare skin of your waist and Sanji coos softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Shhh, that's it, love. Let yourself feel it," he whispers with a small, fond smile as his fingers trail higher up your body, one arm wrapped comfortingly around your waist while the other starts to feel along the bottom edge of your bra. His hands move slowly, taking his time to get a feel for the fabric and all it's details.
To his joy, you do- letting your head fall back to lean against his shoulder with a sigh. He moves his other hand under your shirt with equal caution, not moving other than to get the thin fabric out of the way. The warm hand pressed flat to your stomach caresses reassuringly as the other seems adamant on memorizing every inch of the fabric under your shirt.
You try not to think about how right this all feels.
"I'm going to take good care of you, honey. I'll make sure you get your rest."
His voice is still quiet when he speaks, but now his words carry an undertone of something more raw as he whispers in your ear. His heart aches pleasantly at the way you relax into him, his hands tracing lazy, absent-minded shapes on your skin.
"...a pretty girl like you deserves more than a ship like this, you know."
He hides the emotional admission under an advancement of his touch, sliding a hand into the cup of your bra.
You dissolve into a soft, pretty sigh and arch slightly into his touch. His warm, soft words make you shiver- the idea that you deserve better, that somehow even this, the most wonderful you've felt in months, isn't good enough.
"This ship and I may never be worthy of your perfection, love. But if you need sleep, then you'll get it," he assures as his hand keeps working your chest as he whispers to you, thumbing gently at a nipple as he leans in to press his lips to your throat.
His affection surrounds you in an intoxicating way and you keen softly, melting into him. It feels like Sanji is everywhere- his lips on your neck, leaving affection in the form of peppered kisses as he lavishes you in praise and reassurance. His arms wrapped around you securely, his chest a safe haven to lean into. One of his hands caressing your chest as the other teases his fingers across the skin of your lower tummy, slowly working his way down. You feel completely enveloped in him, absorbed and protected and warm.
Your reaction only encourages Sanji, his words growing husky as things slowly become more intimate, more desperate.
"God, sweetheart. How long has it been since you've felt this way? Since you've had someone take care of you properly?"
"Don't know-"
You admit in a breathless whisper, gasping softly as his hand skates closer and closer to your panties.
His touch makes it hard for you to think, let alone speak. You feel floaty- hazy and fuzzy around the edges and tired, yes, but mostly just warm. He'll take care of you. He'll put you to sleep.
"A while."
"Too long," He whispers back almost immediately, the soft brush of his fingers now just on the edge of your panties. Sanji lets out a low groan at the thought of you being without someone for so long. Sanji was going to fix that.
"You going without this for any amount of time is too long. Let me make up for it, love. You deserve that much, at least."
You can't help but mewl in response to his words, especially now that his fingers are brushing over your panties. Finally, relievingly, he presses the heel of his palm down over your core, applying soft pressure in a way that makes you see stars. The breath leaves your lungs for a moment and you whimper breathlessly, melting.
His hand holds in place for a moment, making you squirm as he teasingly grinds his palm down on your clit. Sanji moves slowly but surely, making sure not to rush too quick. You had been waiting far too long, after all, so a nice slow burn before anything else was probably ideal.
"That feel good, sweetheart?"
You nod hastily, trying to construe just how good it feels before your voice finally comes back to you.
"Perfect," you answer in a breathless whisper, nuzzling into the space beneath his jaw. It really is, it's everything - the gentle pressure of his palm where you need him the most, rubbing in slow, steady circles that make you keen. His other hand massaging your chest, lips and teeth at your neck, nipping softly and whispering in your ear. " 's perfect, Sanji, please."
He hums happily in response, breath catching in his throat at the sight of you. You melt so easily at his touch, like butter in a pan. He thinks if he doesn't get you off right now so you can sleep peacefully he might die of regret, especially since you asked so nicely. He moves his palm in slow circles against your sweet spot in a way that makes you gasp, tracing his nose lightly along the cut of your jaw with a comforting whisper, voice raspy with desire.
"Shh, sweetheart, I've got you. I'll make it all better."
You can already feel yourself working your way up to something as your hips rock back against his hand instinctively and your thighs twitch.
It's so good, it's barely anything at all and yet it's so good, like sugary coffee late in the morning or the warmth of sunlight through windows or a million other things your mind is too tired to conjure right now. It feels like salvation, like a promise of well-earned rest.
Your breaths stutter and catch on the way out and soon each one is a needy whimper, thankful you're too exhausted to be loud as your voice reaches an embarrassingly desperate pitch.
"Shh, sweetheart, let it out," he soothes, tone encouraging and soft and entirely too much. "Come for me."
And you do, the request punctuated by Sanji starting to slowly speed up the circles that his palm grinds into your sex, other hand switching from caressing your curves and simply holding you to thumbing at your nipple at the same time.
The combination of the two feelings is all it takes to push you over the edge, breath catching in your throat with a desperate sort of relief as you finally come undone. It isn't anything intense, but it isn't meant to be- it washes over you in gentle waves, your exhaustion finally starting to sink in as you shiver, riding out the final ebbs and flows of the feeling.
Something about the subtlety of it make it the most beautiful thing Sanji's ever seen.
The way your voice cracks slightly on that final whimper, the way your hips continue to twitch into his palm as you ride it out, the way your thighs tremble and the rest of you just melts, going limp in his arms.
"Atta girl, sweetheart," he whispers, awe-struck.
He keeps moving his hand for a few more moments until your movements finally taper out and you start to relax more deeply against him. He can feel your heart beating, every soft breath, the exhaustion that now hangs in the air, thick and palpable.
In the soft, dark atmosphere of the galley, Sanji moves his hand back up to your waist and simply holds you, the other coming up to comb through your hair as he presses a kiss to your temple.
"You did so wonderfully."
Your only real response to the whispered praise is to hum in satisfaction and mumble something you think was supposed to be words, but you really aren't sure, your sleeplessness finally starting to catch up with you as you're slipping quite quickly.
You're clingy when you come down, he notices, and tucks that fact away in his mind for later when he's feeling romantic. You nuzzle your head into his chest and stay curled up, eyes still closed like you have every intention of falling asleep right then and there.
He would let you, he realizes, looking down at you with a near painful warmth in his chest. Happily.
"...sweet dreams, my love."
He whispers, keeping his voice as quiet as possible to avoid rousing you from the nap you've slipped into and pulling you even closer against him. Though he knows you're already asleep, he can't help but run his fingers through your hair and press tender kisses against your forehead. It's only a few moments later, once his focus is no longer entirely on taking care of you, that his nose twitches.
An odd, acrid smell fills his lungs and permeates the room. Smoke. Something that should be comfortingly familiar twists with the undercurrent of something gone wrong and he cocks his head in an attempt to identify the possible threat before his eyes go wide with an entirely different kind of panic.
Ah, fuck. The rest of the pastries.
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ayyy-imma-ninja · 2 months
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Sooo something has been brought to my attention that immediately needs to be addressed.
The user @asmodeus-682 (can @ them freely since they've already blocked me and I cannot reach out to them) is throwing around accusations that I'm a pro-shipper of Solar x Moon, a ship that's grown in popularity amongst some members in the TSAMS community. And is bashing anyone and everyone associated with it.
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Gonna come out and call bullshit.
Yes, I did like some art of it from accounts I follow because I thought what was happening in said art was cute. But...that doesn't mean I ship it???
It's also NOT INCEST?????
Since when does liking something equate to supporting something else???
People can like Harry Potter and hate JK Rowling at the same time, so idk what logic is being used here.
Do I think SolarMoon is cute? Yes.
Do I ship it? No, it's personally not my cup of tea. Kidscove still has my heart and soul.
I understand some are hesitant to approach it or are heavily against it because Solar was given the title of "cousin" by Earth and has been accepted into the family. I, as a moderator in the official TSBS Discord server, have been cautious to not let any discussions of SolarMoon transpire BECAUSE of this fact.
But y'all...
This is so dumb.
So unbelievably fucking dumb.
I'm mostly pissed because I am having to delay progress on a thumbnail to have to type this out and yet I still feel the need to.
At the end of the day people like what they like. The ship isn't gonna affect the show in any way because it's never going to happen.
And don't drag the VAs into even more bullshit drama, they've had enough. My friends don't need more in their lives than what they've already gone through the past year.
Supporting an artist, does not mean you are a supporter of Incestuous ships. It means you like art.
And being personal friends with Reed, the VA for Moon, I can tell you with utmost certainty he does not fucking care.
If anyone has questions feel free to message me. Let's be adults about this.
edit: for the love of god DO NOT GO HARASSING PEOPLE. I DO NOT CONDONE ANYONE TO GO AFTER THIS PERSON OR ANYONE IN THE COMMENTS. THAT IS NOT COOL.
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jullbnt · 2 months
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Yay Sheik!!
I have already drawn Sheik in my ballet AU and Link and Sheik playing music together in my Linktober style, I don't know if you’ve seen these!
I love them though so it's a pleasure drawing them again ^^
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I tried combining both your requests in one drawing @batrogers and @shork-puppi. They were playing music together, but now Link just wants to relax ^^
You can see this as Shink if you want (I do ship them cause it’s still Zelink). What I had in mind though was more like Link still being a child at heart and showing his affection for his friend in a very innocent way (if that makes any sense haha)
I’ve been so tired this took me forever, it’s not even a very complicated piece and I kept the coloring and background really simple 😆
Hope you like it!!
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I won’t accept more requests at the moment! These are requests I received for my 500 followers celebration and I still have a lot to do :)
Answered art requests
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hello hello i’m so glad you’re feeling better!🥹
i have another cute idea!! can i get headcanons of hualian being parents/father figures to child reader who’s just a ball of love? they admire and look up to them both, too! what would hualian be like?
i saw in your request page that you don’t do adult x child, and i genuinely don’t know if this counts. if it does, im so sorry!
once again, im glad you’re feeling better, no one likes to be sick!
☀️ anon
Parental Headcanons
HuaLian with Child!reader
*THIS IS NOT HUALIAN X READER!!! THESE ARE PARENTAL HEADCANONS
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Sorry if it took a minute, and no this doesn't count😙 because you aren't asking me to ship them with a kid. Just parental Headcanons so you're fine🖤🖤
Takes place after book ends
I don't quite remember but I could've sworn Shi Qingxuan was in the human realm by the end of the book because of cough cough beefleaf
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When Xie Lian and Hua Cheng find you they immediately take you in.
Well Xie Lian immediately takes you in
He holds you up like a stray cat and asks "Can we please keep him!?"
Hua Cheng can't say no to Xie Lian so he says yes
Hua Cheng quickly warms up to you as well.
He can't not like you. You're a ball of love and all you want is affection and praise
Xie Lian and Hua Cheng try to look into where or what happened to your parents but find nothing
That's fine they'll take care of you!
You're still a human child though so you definitely have some growing to do
Because of this Hua Cheng has started making food
As much as he loves Xie Lian and would eat his food any day, you cannot
Xie Lian loves his domestic male wife though so it's fine.
They love on you a lot
Xie Lian likes to dress you up in fancy clothes and hairpins
He loves taking care of you, brushing your hair and putting you to bed
Xie Lian has never been able to ignore children especially children who remind him of himself or Hua Cheng
Xie Lian takes you up to the heavens sometimes
You've made friends with Feng Xin, and Mu Qing
Feng Xin tries to teach you how to fight and martial arts but Mu Qing won't have it.
He says you're too little to deal with that yet.
Mu Qing didn't have the best childhood so even if your parent is Hua Cheng he absolutely spoils you
In the human realm you've made friends with Shi Qingxuan
You hang around Shi Qingxuan a lot actually
Xie Lian hasn't seen the man happy in such a long time so whenever you need babysat he leaves you with Shi Qingxuan
For your human life and Shi Qingxuan's human life you two will be very close
Hua Cheng will take you around ghost city sometimes
Also sicks you on He Xuan sometimes.
He Xuan pretends to be absolutely tired of you but he does like you
Carries you around and lets you play around in his waters or with the ghost fishies
The ghosts love you, if not more then their Chengzhu
They've taken a liking to calling you Little Chengzhu
While Xie Lian loves you very much, Hua Cheng absolutely spoils you rotten
He'll give you anything you want, and he continues to do so
Even with anything at your fingertips you remain a ball of love and stay humble so Hua Cheng can't help it
You've gained many friends but you've also gained some enemies
You're the adopted kid of the two most powerful men of course you're going to be a target.
Not that you have to worry. Xie Lian or Hua Cheng are always by your side
Hua Cheng will kill for you and has killed for you
🤷
Adopting you has also given them many cute moments
For instance, when you were trying to get Xie Lian's attention once. You had been patting on his legs and tugging softly on his robes
Xie Lian was going to answer you in a moment he really was but he was trying to do something
Immediately pays attention to you when you had called him 'Baba'
Tears up
Is so happy, he picks you up and runs to Hua Cheng.
"Listen San Lang! Tell San Lang what you called me!"
"Baba"
Grins from ear to ear. Xie Lian is so happy with this and even happier when you take up calling Hua Cheng 'Baba' too.
Another cute moment is when you pick up drawing.
You tend to copy your parents and you recently have decided to copy Hua Cheng's artistic practices
You draw them a lot of pictures and they get hung up on the walls of Paradise Manor
They weren't expecting you to have so many of their traits because well- technically you aren't theirs but you've picked up their traits anyways
Like Hua Cheng's bad writing.
Xie Lian immediately puts you in calligraphy lesson with your baba. No way is he going to let that bad writing be a habit
You've taken up Xie Lian's bad cooking.
You like to make "food" with mud, rocks, and twigs.
They find you cute anyways.
You ended up with the best parents
Xie Lian and Hua Cheng love you so much and the plan to be the best parents they can be.
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So for some reason I got lost in the Elucien side of tik tok and, of course, they are convinced they are endgame. They are the ones who think Elain avoids Lucien because she’s trying to suppress her attraction to him and what not, but I just think that’s silly. Even though I agree with them about how we don’t know what’s going on in her head, I just find that theory ridiculous, especially when you look at the overall text that surrounds Elain and Lucien.
I am an Elriel supporter and have been since 2017, but I always have that “what if” in the back of my mind because we all know Sarah can just completely forget about what she’s written and do something totally different. My biggest fear is that I won’t ever accept Lucien. Like, I only really support him when I read those tiny moments when he’s talking about or with Vassa, because I can see that. But I’m scared I won’t ever accept Lucien or Elucien because of what we know.
I’ve never truly connected with Lucien. I always saw him as the annoying one. I never could understand why everyone finds him attractive or charming. I moved on quickly when we learned about his history, it didn’t really affect me. He’s just annoying to me. And I know he’s not a bad guy, like I don’t hate him. I just don’t care for him. I literally forgot all about his character in acomaf until he showed up again to kidnap Feyre, and I was totally dumbfounded when he said Elain was his mate. It was the most random thing to me. I remember reading that part 3 times because I thought I was crazy. And I was so so happy when he volunteered to go search for Vassa because that meant he was going to be gone for a while in acowar, and then I forgot about him again unless he was brought up. He’s just a very forgettable character to me and it’s going to take a lot for my opinion to change. Like I honestly hate that someone like Elain got mated to someone like him. It’s the most random thing.
Like 3 brothers x 3 sisters just makes so much sense to me and it’s so perfectly even and symmetrical. 2 brothers x 2 sisters, 1 sister x random guy, 1 brother x random girl just doesn’t make sense at all.
I don’t think I could enjoy the series anymore if Sarah has planned for Elucien and gwynriel all this time because why spend all that time building up Elriel? And I’m sorry, but people who say that they didn’t see Elriel moments as romantic clearly didn’t read them. I know we interpret things differently, but y’all are just delusional if you can’t see that.
I’ll go ahead and say it. The main reason I support vassien is because it gives Lucien a happy ending while elain is free to love who she wants and not who she is told to by the cauldron or whatever. I hate that she is being forced to make a decision that she should never have to make. And it’s not like we don’t have a reason to support vassien, there are some cute little moments between Vassa and Lucien. But even, with a vassien pov, I don’t think I would enjoy Lucien’s part. Another thing, I could totally see him dying. I’ve always thought he would seeing how he was becoming feyre’s friend and what not. That usually happens to that type of character in fantasy stories.
Who knows, though 🤷🏻‍♀️. I’m just over all these things with the fandom here lately. From the doxx threats, forcing artists to quit creating art for us because of the hate they receive, the teasing from Bloomsbury, and this stupid ship war, I’m just mentally exhausted from it.
Sorry for the rant, guys. I’ll be more positive next time, hopefully lol 😆
Hope everyone is doing good after all that’s happened ♥️
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2023: A Year of Connection
Hi everyone!
As I told you last month, this month's "devlog" will be more like an end-of-year recap. For those of you who have known me a while, you'll know that I get ~in my feels~ and Very Nostalgic at the end of the year. And this year is no exception to that.
Looking back on this year, I realize I did much more than I thought I did. The year was filled with so many waves of uncertainty, burnout, and ruts, that I felt like I wasn't accomplishing anything in the moment. Now that the year has actually wrapped up, I can see that was Once Again my imposter syndrome whispering words of sweet nothings into my ears.
In fact, this year, I find that I did Way More than what I did last year. Crazy, considering how busy I remember 2022 being. Let's take a walk down memory lane, shall we?
Writing
If there is one thing this bitch did, it's fucking write LFMASODIJ. For all my complaining this year of routes taking too long, getting creative ruts, etc., I still wrote (what I consider) a Very Good amount. While I may not have hit my writing goals that I had set out, I still ended up writing around 255k words in total this year. Most of this being for Alaris, and some of it being for my dissertation (LOL) and other side games, like Intertwine and Jam Games.
This number also doesn't include deleted passages, edited passages, etc., so the amount I've spent writing, reviewing, etc. was Significant this year. Here's to hoping that momentum continues into next year and finishing the rest of Alaris!
Side Games
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Something completely unexpected, but that I'll forever be grateful for, was my decision(s) to join game jams this year. It all started with Otojam, a visual novel jam I'd wanted to join for a WHILE.
Intertwine was, without a doubt, one of my most memorable moments from this year. The friends I made/grew closer to during that jam. The people I connected with because of Intertwine. The people I got to work with. Everything about the experience surpassed my expectations, and Van and Summer 2023 will always hold a very special place in my heart because of it. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed that game. It was my first full game I ever released, and I couldn't have been more nervous about it (no literally. I wasn't sleeping and I was nauseous for a week before release).
Knowing there was no "revision" afterwards that I could hide behind or promise that there would be a "better"/"enhanced" version made the release terrifying. But the reception you all gave to it and support from so many friends made me feel so connected and grateful for the community.
The other three side projects were... well, Unexpected. LOL. Before these jams, I'd never wanted to work in team settings, mostly because I have Mad Imposter Syndrome, and I've always imagined I'd be dead weight in any given game dev team. My skills on writing, art, and/or coding alone aren't "exemplary" enough for me to think I, well, deserve to be on a team. But when a couple of short jams were being held by a friend, and teams were being made filled with other friends, I thought maybe I could help, even if it's just to QA/playtest. But I've walked away from each of these experiences learning so much from other talented people and with very dear friends.
Each of these side games truly tested my chops in terms of writing, narrative design, and coding. But I'm glad I challenged myself to take part in each of these experiences because I've walked away with so much more than I would've expected.
Alaris
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My Heart. My Soul. And at times, My Worst Enemy.
As much as I may have talked about how I Wasn't making progress on this baby. I, in fact, made A LOT of progress:
Art: 15 CGs, Updated Sprites, Kickstarter Artwork
Commissions: 20 BGs, Complete GUI, Personality/Affection Indicators, Editing, Voice Acted Lines, Complete OST (8 Tracks!)
Writing: Three Finished Routes
Shipped Kickstarter Merchandise
I'm going to be Real with you all. I'm not in the mood to recap everything for Alaris in the way I did with everything else LAFKMSDFOIJWOEI. Main reason being, I do that Every Month, and at this point, I would feel like I'm repeating myself for no reason. But let me tell you, when the Enhanced Demo comes out, you will see what I'm talking about with progress made. And I'm excited for the next year when I start getting to show things off (read: Demo Release and Route Beta Releases) now that assets have really come together ^^
I will say, thank you for sticking with this project for so long. It's easy to get bogged down in development when a project like this is as big as it is. It's just as easy to think that no one will care about this by the time I release, or people will start losing their patience with me as development goes on. So I'm forever grateful for how kind, supportive, and patient you all are, especially this year <3
Connections: The True Theme of 2023
If you've made it this far, I'm extremely impressed with you. And to reward you, I'll give you a moment of honesty and vulnerability which, to be frank, I Don't Do as a person and especially with my dev persona LMFAOO ((Before I do, let it be known, CW: mention of death, grief, alcoholism, chronic illness, suicidal thoughts))
Something I don't talk about much is that for all of 2022 and most of 2023, I was not in a good place mentally. At the beginning of 2022, I lost three very important people in my life back-to-back (I'm not exaggerating when I say back-to-back it was within 2 weeks, three separate deaths lol). That, on its own, was hard to deal with. But on top of that, I soon found myself having to cope/help with a family member's chronic illness and another family member's mental health (read: alcoholism, suicidality).
While this isn't a particularly unique situation, it was one that I found myself struggling with pretty severely on top of a pretty demanding work life. And it was a situation I found myself in until about midway through this year. Things have lightened up. I navigate a new life with some pretty severe triggers, and without the presence of some of my most loved ones. But overall, I at least feel like I can breathe and function, which is a state I didn't feel like I could exist in for over a year (and started to believe I may never exist in again).
Because of this new room in my life, I was able to connect with people again, in a more genuine way. I've grown closer to a lot of dev friends, to the point I consider some of them genuine close friends. And IRL, I've been able to reconnect with some of my dearest loved ones. The main reason I bring all of this up is because this year, I felt unbelievably connected to people, whether that was dev friends in the community, people who support my games, and IRL people.
And sometimes, when you interact with people solely online, it's easy to think they don't care as much about you as you do for them. But this has been disproven to me time and time again this year. And I've found myself in a state of appreciation for so many of the people I've been blessed to meet and befriend <3 I felt this especially so during some of the game jams, with the Secret Santa gift exchange, and with my recent Holiday Tree.
So thank you for everyone who has let me take up some space in their life. You literally Do Not Know how much it means to me and impacts me. This year, while I started it in a state of slightly hopelessness and numbness, I find myself ending it with gratitude and connection.
I hope the rest of this year (the very few couple of days we have left LOL) treats everyone well. I'm excited for how we get to start 2024 and what we'll get to experience together <3 Thank you again for the memories and support, love you all very dearly ^^
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Hi it's me again!
*Bernie Sanders meme* I'm once again asking for your Hobie x reader headcanons.
Reader is very good at dancing and drawing, but she gets embarrassed when doing it in front of him. She's not exactly shy but she's quite introverted when meeting new people, so she's very nervous about getting to know Hobie's friends.
These are the prompts I'd like, you can choose both or one as you wish. Bye!
𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 (𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞) 𝐭𝐲𝐬𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞!! 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞.
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 :𝟑
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✩☆ 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍/𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑&𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓,𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ☆✩
★ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰...
• first off, the first time he witnesses your talent, both with dancing and drawing, he’s beyond impressed.
• he’s whipped and head over heels for you normally, but now he knows you’re talented at those two things?
• you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.
• he discovers your artistic talent when you’re laying in bed with him- half cuddling (his arms loosely slung around your waist and shoulders, your head in the crook of his neck) when he glances at your wall
• coincidentally, this is the wall that holds your drawings/artwork.
• he frowns for a moment- is that art yours?
• the frown turns to a cheeky smile, and, though you can’t see his face, you can tell he’s grinning.
• for a moment you don’t know what he’s grinning at- you? Until he speaks up: “y’ never told me you could draw, love.”
• to say the least, he’s wanting to see everything you draw and all your sketchbooks after that incident.
• I see him finding out about your dancing skills when you accidentally let slip that you go to dance lessons.
• he just smirks at you with his head cocked and eyebrows raised in a “come again?” Kinda way.
• overall, he’s extremely impressed with you and is super proud of you- constantly showering you with affection and compliments anytime he witnesses your expertise.
• he brags about it to miles and pavtir- who are, quite frankly, a bit sick of it. It’s all in good fun, though.
• he’ll be like “yeah, y’ know my girl draws??” “She’s proper good man” “dances too.”
• never. Stops. Bragging. (In a nice way though. He’s not boisterous, just proud of you)
• he’s pretty happy that you two have different interests, I mean, opposites attract, right?
• as for you being nervous about meeting his friends, he’ll let you take your time. He’s a respectful man through and through.
• and when it happens, he’ll be with you the whole time, arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you as close to him as physics will allow.
• he makes sure that the gang are all super sweet to you- and they love you, so they don’t even have to pretend!
• they know Hobie is smart and he wouldn’t fall for a bad person, so they like you before they even meet you, considering Hobie has told them many times before about how wonderful you are.
• pavtir ships it SO HARD. Like he’s always joking or commenting (nicely and playfully) about you two getting married and etc (Hobie doesn’t believe in marriage /j)
• so does Peter b (he fawns over it in a dad kinda way) and so does lyla! She’s always giving Hobie advice (much to Miguel’s dismay) about what flowers girls like, what gifts to get, etc.
• miles is happy for Hobie! (And prolly asks for some advice too 💀) Hobie is his big bro figure after all.
• but yeah, soon enough you’re all relaxed and happy with his friends and he couldn’t be more thankful that everyone likes you and you clicked with his mates in no time.
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 😭😭
𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖
𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐈 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝟏𝟎𝟓 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐘‼️ /𝐣 /𝐥𝐡
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Destiel ≠ Cockles
Shipping Destiel is ok, but Cockles is not. Here are my thoughts on this.
Ok I think it is important for someone to post this because I've seen a lot of posts shipping Misha and Jensen or 'Cockles' as they would call it. Let's be clear, I ship Destiel, aka Castiel and Dean NOT Misha and Jensen.
Here are some things which are NOT okay, and some of ya'll should stop doing.
Cockles is NOT Destiel. Destiel is the shipping of the characters Dean and Castiel played by Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins respectively. They are simply characters played by them, it DOES NOT mean that it attributes to their working relationship/friendship in real life.
It is extremely disrespectful to their families and super weird for the actors themselves and it may affect their friendship in real life due to excessive fan shipping where all of their actions or interactions are put under a microscope for everyone to assess.
2. Destiel is fictional. Destiel is fictional and based on their character's interactions on screen, Cockles on the other hand is REAL LIFE, It is NOT okay to ship actors in real life who have wives and families, and saying they have a "special bond" aside from their family. It is weird to them. Cheering them on at any physical contact on stage is weird, they are JUST friends, or just co-workers.
3. Showing fanart about Destiel. This might be an unpopular opinion, but showing inappropriate fanart of the two characters is still borderline awkward for the actors to see, such as them embracing naked or being overtly sexual is just extremely weird for them to see. Do not push it on their faces and make it out to be them being homophobic when they just don't want to see themselves or the character they play in an inappropriate manner.
Post your art on tumblr for others to see and appreciate but it is a little weird for the actors to see themselves in that manner.
Lastly, Don't go around making assumptions that Misha or Jensen are homophobic or hate Destiel just because they have a different opinion or don't talk about it. They don't owe you their support and can very well chose not to talk about this if it is something that has gotten them hate in the past.
These are characters they play, the storyline is written by someone else, not everything is in their control. Quit blaming them for not talking about it as we don't know what is going on behind the scenes. For all we know, they've been told not to talk about Destiel openly or are uncomfortable about giving their opinion on it as it may get twisted or even make the writers of the show look bad.
Joking about their friendship and having fun like they both did recently at Jibcon 11 is different from actively shipping them and wanting them to be together or that they are closeted and "in hiding".
Feel free to retweet or comment your thoughts on this.
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I THINK THERES BEEN A GLITCH
CHAPTER THREE: SITUATION-SHIP
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↢ chapter two | series masterlist | chapter four ↣
steve harrington x fem!baker + artist
word count: [9.5K]
warnings: no use of y/n, talks / mentions of self deprecation, mental spiral (overwhelming thoughts and anxiety), steve being an overthinking mess, overall fluffiness bcs we all need it rn.
summary: when Robin calls you with an impromptu invite to Hawkins you can't turn it down especially when you've been dying for an excuse to see Steve again. but it all comes to a daunting turn as Steve endures a night full of prodding and pestering by his friends. it gets the best of him, taking him down the familiar road of anxiety and fear, but that was before you strayed towards his side, showing him that this situation isn't as complicated as it seems.
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“Look into his angel eyes, one look and you’re hypnotized…”
You hummed along softly with your hand on your hip standing in front of the kettle that boiled slowly on the stove. It was nearly midmorning and though you weren’t an early bird yourself, it felt nice to roll out of bed with the hope that today was going to be better…you were going to be better.
And better meant making an effort, one that probably would go nowhere, but at least you tried. It was about time you pulled yourself out of the slump instead of sitting around waiting for yourself to magically get yanked out of it with ease. Instead, you set the mood, turning your living room into its usual workspace that would hopefully help you get into the groove of things.
The curtains had been drawn letting the sunshine cascade the walls and floorboards of your apartment.
Your new ABBA record spinning on the turn table beside a freshly lit candle.
Paint bottles, brushes, and other material had been set on the coffee table, ready to be put to use.
A new canvas on the easel already primed and just waiting for you to step forward and bring your art to life.
“Okay,” You sighed, nodding to yourself as you took a sip of your hot coffee and walked towards your living room.
Setting down the mug after taking another sip, you reached for your sketchbook, flipping through the pages that you had filled over the course of the past few days. It wasn’t anything too out of this world, just scenes in your head that were committed to memory and couldn’t stop thinking about.
Four pages were full of rough sketches:
A piece of half eaten cherry pie on a plate.
A vase of flowers sitting on a window sill.
A pile of quarters sitting next to a jukebox.
And a silhouette of a man who looked way too much like Steve — shirtless and covered in beauty marks where he stood in your living room.
Who were you kidding? It was Steve. All four sketches had to do with him… the muse if you will.
The half eaten pie was a flashback to your first time meeting him and the longing gazes you two would share in his living room. The vase of flowers took you back to the day where he came over with summer arrangements in his hands. The pile of quarters reliving the moment he asked you to dance and gave you all his pocket change just so you could listen to your favorite songs over dinner.
And of course, shirtless Steve, a beautiful reminder that he was living in your head no matter how far apart you were and how blurry the lines between you both were drawn. Friends had a nice title to it, but there was that gnawing feeling of more, a kind of relationship you couldn’t quite place.
Embarrassingly enough, the sketch didn’t take you long. You even mapped out the littlest of details like the three moles he had resting on his stomach and the hair that decorated his chest.
‘It’s ten in the morning and you’re thinking about Steve, that’s so pathetic,’
Sure it was utterly pathetic and honestly downright ridiculous but you couldn’t sit there and pretend like you weren’t affected by him. Even if the sketch didn’t do real life Steve any justice, it was still Steve. The Steve that would send you into a love sick daze if you decided to paint him today so instead you opened for the slice of cake, just as memorable as shirtless Steve.
With the graphite pencil in your dominant hand, you used light strokes against the canvas, roughing out the original sketch and creating a guide that would make it easier for you to paint in sections. The details like the crumbs sitting on the plate and the mush from the cherries didn’t correspond the way you’d like just yet, but you know it’s part of the process and once the paint hits, it’ll come together eventually.
“Not bad,” You whispered under your breath, dropping the pencil down and stepping back to see the composition.
You had drawn the plate sitting against his wooden coffee table, a few crumbs littered across the dish with the fork resting on the edge. It’s a simple scene, something that you shouldn’t have to tilt your head at and begin to pick apart, but you do so without realizing it’s that incessant criticism again.
Even if it’s just a sketch, you’re already imagining the colors clashing together and looking murky if you even think about painting it. The pie itself doesn’t even look half eaten, instead it looks like it had been torn apart from the inside by maggots — disgusting and revolting.
“Nope, c’mon, get it together,” You shut your eyes tightly, shaking your head back and forth as if that would make the gnawing thoughts leave your head.
When you opened your eyes you could picture the slimy larvae creatures moving across the plate and onto the fork, making you groan as you flopped back onto the couch and ran your fingers through your scrap tugging at your roots frustratedly.
All of it felt so fucking impossible and you weren’t sure why. Maybe it was the fact that you weren’t strong enough to combat your own goddamn thoughts and pick yourself up or maybe it was beginning to dawn on you that your spark was gone.
The ideas that you had in your head and even the sketches that filled your book was just the remainder of what was left. Before you knew it, it was all going to be gone eventually and you’d have to settle for the fact that your dreams as an artist were going to be crushed. And not because someone else was telling you that you couldn’t do it, but because at the end of the day it was always you.
Where was the girl who was sitting across from Steve at the diner that she painted all by herself? Where was the girl who looked around that same diner and realized that her potential was not limited by herself? Where was that girl who powered through all that stress and walked away with all the experience that made her better?
Where was she now and how could you find her again?
RING! RING! RING!
The search party was over pretty quickly, you weren’t even sure if you would have been able to find her in the first place. Reaching for the phone from where you were sitting, you picked it up and pressed it to your ear while you relaxed your head back against the cushions.
“Yellow,” You answered with a heavy breath.
A gasp rang from the other line with excitement, “Green! Are we going in order of ROYGBIV?!”
The voice on the other line immediately erased the frown on your face, calming the anxiety that was brewing in your chest as soon as Robin came through when you needed her the most.
“Robs!” You greeted happily this time, “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” you asked, sitting up somewhat.
She let out a “mhm!”, and you could hear some noise, probably something on the tv that she was playing to pass the time, “I’m calling you from work actually. I hope you aren’t too busy.”
You let out a sarcastic laugh, glaring across the small space at the innocent easel and canvas, “Not busy at all, quite literally just giving my art supplies the nastiest glare in the world right now.”
“Still nothing new?” Robin wondered sadly.
You reached for your coffee mug, taking a sip and humming a reply before speaking, “Yeah, I think I’m throwing in the towel for the day.”
“Well don’t stress it, I’m sure it’ll come to you in no time.” She said encouragingly.
There was a special bond you and Robin had despite not knowing each other for long. For you, it felt like you have known her forever, possibly the bestest friend you’ve ever had because you didn’t have many.
Every thoughtful word came from her heart and you could feel it in the way she spoke to you with sureness even if you weren’t entirely sure of it yourself.
Your stress began to mellow, giving yourself the chance to finally breathe, “Thanks Ro. I miss you.”
“I know, I miss you too, buttttt we won’t miss each other for long because I was wondering if you’d wanna come down to Hawkins tonight!”
Her voice was always filled with excitement but this time around you caught the glint of hopefulness — as if you would ever turn it down even when you clearly had work to do.
You sat up wiggling your shoulders, “What the occasion?”
“Joyce and Hop are hosting a housewarming barbecue and because they’ve been hearing so much about you, they’d really love to meet you if you don’t have anything going on.”
You nibbled on your lip absentmindedly, “Hop and Joyce are the triplets parents’ right?”
You coined El, Will, and Jonathan under the nickname the triplets because of how similar they looked despite not being fully blood related. If Nancy hadn’t explained to you that the El was technically the boys’ step sister, you would have never guessed it.
You could hear the faint ding coming from what you assumed was the customer service bell followed by her saying, “Correct! So are you in?”
Glancing over at the time on the clock, you estimated that you had just enough time to start baking and then a little extra to get ready. From what you had heard, Hop and Joyce were the most laid back and involved out of all the parents. Knowing this you were more so excited than intimidated – if Robin and the rest of the group loved them, then so would you. 
“I’d be crazy to miss out on it, do you have an address?” You reached forward, picking up a ballpoint pen and napkin from your coffee table, ready to jot it down.
She mumbled under her breath, “Uhhh, hold on, I’m trying to remember.”
You were sure that you could picture the scene of her pinching her eyes shut and thinking especially hard with the “uh’s” and “um’s” from the other line. There was another voice in the background, a bit muffled yet closer and you wondered if it was Steve or their weirdo boss, Keith. Either way, you couldn’t hear what was being said, just the other person asking Robin something and her reply in pensive hums.
Then there was a slight shuffle, the phone feeling farther as she spoke. “Shit, here, talk to Steve while I try to get into El’s file.”
Your eyes widened and you sat up a little straighter, clearing your throat as you responded though you were sure she couldn’t hear you.
“O-oh, okay!”
Maybe it was because you spent a good chunk of your morning thinking about him and staring at the sketch of his shirtless body, but for some reason you had felt more skittish than normal. Almost debating on whether or not to hang up and let Robin call you back once she found the address. But it was just because you hadn’t spoken to Steve in five whole days.
It was Friday now and the last time you got to hear his voice is when he called you ‘sweet thing’ and you’d be lying to yourself if you said that you hadn’t been thinking about him saying it on repeat in your head — but that's besides the point.
It only took you five days of not speaking to him for you to realize that you missed him a lot more than you should’ve. That thinking about him the way that you were wasn’t entirely normal and the sketches even spoke for themselves. That night where he showed up to your gallery and spent the evening at yours was the catalyst to something inside of you that felt so foreign yet comforting.
By now it would be futile to try to pretend like you weren’t a plate of mush when it came to him.
“Hey, stranger.” He spoke smoothly.
His voice was cheery and you swore you could picture him leaned up on the counter with his phone pressed to his ear. A sight that you wish you could see with your own eyes instead of in your imagination.
You grunted out a short laugh, knowing there was no malice behind it, simply just trying to contain yourself, “Hiya, Steve.”
“How’s it going?” He asked with a short pause, “Being nicer to yourself?” There was a teasing lift to his voice that you caught making you roll your eyes playfully.
Laying back on the couch you kicked your legs up behind you, “I’m trying, but you know, I gotta say I’m a little annoyed at myself.”
He drew a breath in, voice coming out concerned as he spoke, “Yeah? Why’s that?”
“I’m a total idiot who forgot to ask the guy who bought me a dozen cronuts and my favorite latte for his number so I could thank him sooner,” you giggled, closing your eyes as you heard him laugh and the unease was replaced with humor.
“Well, if it makes you feel better, I’m an idiot for not leaving it. I just thought you wouldn’t want me flooding you with calls if I had your number.” He said it quietly trying not to be heard by Robin, but you ended up stifling your laughter as you heard her chirp in the background
“Oh, I already do that, and she doesn’t mind!” Robin quirked up as you heard him groan, hissing at her to be quiet.
“She really does and I don’t mind. one. bit.” You assured him, hoping he’d take you up on the offer and finally ask for your number. 
He chuckled, humming before he spoke again, “But seriously, how are you?”
You let out an exasperated sigh, prompting an “uh-oh” from Steve who picked up on your underlying mood right away. Even if he hadn’t asked, you probably would have ended up telling him anyway.
“I tried painting today. Didn’t really end up going well, seeing as though I’m sprawled out on my couch right about now.” You grumbled slightly annoyed at yourself for this reason.
He sucked in a harsh breath of air, “Yikes, sorry to hear that, but hey! You’re trying and that's what matters,” he tried his best to be encouraging.
“I guess,” you replied.
“You’re doing it again,” he warned.
You furrowed your brows sitting up, “Doing what?”
“The whole being means to yourself thing,” he said obviously.
“No, I’m not,” you defended yourself though you know that’s exactly the path you were about to go down and it just so happened that Steve caught you.
“But you kinda were.” You could feel the small smile forming on his face because you know he sees right through the facade even through the phone.
You paused, guiltily sighing, “Yeah, I kinda was.”
The two of you shared a short laugh, his coming from his chest while yours came from your throat. The tightening of the muscle loosening with the sound of his laughter easing all of the pent up stress and anxiety within you like an instant cure.
“Well, stop it.” He murmured, “I know whatever you’re working on is gonna be great when it’s finished. For now it’s just gonna take a bit of time.”
That’s what you were hoping for, just a bit of time to get you out of this funk so that you could return back to your regular self that didn’t see creating art as a task. You wanted to get back to enjoying it wholeheartedly instead of being so hard on yourself.
You smiled into the receiver tucking the phone closer to your ear, “That’s really kind of you, Steve, thanks for saying that… and I'm sorry for being—”
He swooped in before you could finish the sentence not knowing what you could possibly be sorry for.
“Nope, no sorries either. No more being mean to yourself and no more apologizing unnecessarily.” His voice was laced with determination like you should know this by now.
You giggled faintly, shaking your head, “Fine, it’s a deal.”
There was a short pause of silence, wondering if you should tell him that he could get back to whatever he was doing instead of keeping you company over the phone, but he spoke first.
“Are you coming tonight?”
You hummed wiggling the pen in your hand, “Yeah, unless Robin can’t find the address.”
“She’s gonna find it, she just sucks at using the computer.” He joked lightly before you could hear Robin in the background.
“Oh shut up, I found it. Give me the phone!”
You giggled, moving yourself to sit up properly with a pen and napkin ready in hand to jot down the address.
“Okay… here’s Robs,” Steve said, getting ready to hand off the phone to Robin.
“See you tonight, Steve,” you said bubbly, excited to see him and the rest of your friends later in the day.
You could hear the phone being passed back to her from the slight shuffling, but it was quickly retracted back to Steve’s hand followed by Robin’s gasp.
“Wait!” He said hurriedly taking you aback, “You’re gonna wanna take Cornwallis instead of Mirkwood,” he began.
“Huh?” You asked confused.
“On the map, Mirkwood is the shorter route to Joyce and Hop’s but it’s a sketchy back road so don’t take it. Cornwallis is the safer route, granted it will take you a little longer but it’s safer so just…please, take Cornwallis.”
You bit your lip, holding back a smile that was borderline self indulgent because he almost sounded distressed. Like the thought of you taking the shortcut would send him into full panic mode and who were you to do that to him? Never would you ever think about worrying him like that.
“Okay, I’ll take Cornwallis. Promise.”  You said firmly followed by a sigh of relief on the other line.
“Okay great, I’ll see you—sorry, I don’t know why, I’m saying that, I literally just said it five seconds ago.” He stumbled over his words apologizing unnecessarily. 
You grinned, biting back laughter. “It’s alright, Stevie. I’ll see you tonight!”
The nickname had slipped without you even realizing it. A sweet sweet nickname that rolled off your tongue innocently while it made Steve’s heart pitter patter a little faster in his chest, almost making him go dizzy because it was you saying it to him.
“Y-yep, gotcha, see ya tonight.” He stuttered, pulling the phone away from him.
“You guys make me sick,” Robin muttered jokingly, flicking Steve’s forehead as she took the phone and began reading you the address on file.
It wasn’t long before you and Robin said your goodbyes, reminding you to take Cornwallis once again after Steve had shouted it out from across the store. She whispered something about him being totally overprotective, but you didn’t mind, if anything you found it endearing as he was looking out for you and you knew Robs was just teasing.
So your productive morning didn’t turn out the way that you had planned it to be. Instead of fulfilling the blank canvas at home, you headed out to pick out some things for the party knowing it would be rude to show up empty handed.
At the farmers market you picked up a bundle of fresh rhubarb and a carton of strawberries — a gift to Joyce who made the best strawberry rhubarb pie according to her children. Then at another stand you picked up two bottles of cider, black currant and apple ginger for Hopper.
The rest of the things you picked up were little gifts like an assortment of freshly made jams that came in cute little reusable glass jars, a bundle of herbs, and a gorgeous bouquet of bright sunflowers.
Once you had arrived back home, you committed most of your time to assembling dessert. A trifle recipe that you had bookmarked in a cookbook yet hadn’t gotten the chance to try to bake until today — though in hindsight you should’ve picked something a lot simpler, but you always like to see how much you could crunch your time.
It wasn’t long before dessert was sitting in the fridge and you were covered in flour and pastry cream as you got to work personalizing gifts for the three siblings: El, Will, and Jonathan. Their gifts were practically free, coming from your collection of office supplies, yet also coming from your heart.
El’s was a baby pink spiral notebook, college ruled with over 200 pages she could write her heart out in. You had decorated the outside cover with silver and gold stars and in cursive letters you had written “El’s Secret Journal” inside of a heart.
Will’s was a tan sketchbook with thick pages where ink and paints couldn’t bleed through. You kept the cover pretty plain, using sticker letters to title it “Will’s Spectacular Sketches'', and adding a smily face in the corner.
Jonathan’s was a photo album that would store his developed film pictures that he had told you were starting to pile up in a random shoe box in his closet. You used newspaper clippings of letters to spell out “Jonathan’s Photography” in order to achieve the vintage sorta look you knew he was into.
All of the goodies were packed into a thrifted wickered basket that the family could repurpose whenever they wanted. And it also meant easy transporting for you considering how many things were stuffed into the basket. Surprisingly enough, everything fit perfectly and you were crossing your fingers that the family loved it just as much as you did.
“Okay, c’mon,” You rubbed your hands together before getting to work on cleaning up your place.
Once you were done you quickly got into the shower, rinsing your body off of the perspiration and baking ingredients that clung to your skin.
It wasn’t long before you were dried and throwing on a simple outfit: a floral cami paired with overalls and strappy sandals to match. You dabbed on a bit of makeup before throwing on your everyday jewelry and rushing out of your bedroom
The time on the clock read a quarter to six and by now you were supposed to leave ten minutes ago — way to go for time management.
Quickly you slung your purse over your shoulder before grabbing everything and hitting the road to what you hoped wouldn’t be too long of a drive.You couldn’t wait to meet Joyce and Hopper and most of all you couldn’t wait to see your friends again… and especially the person whom you saw more than a friend.
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Meanwhile the sun was setting over Hawkins and in the Byers-Hopper front yard was a group of kids too busy screaming their heads off playing tag while the others finished setting up to get together.
Nancy and Jonathan were busy setting up the picnic tables, trying to figure out a way for the paper plates not to fly off. Robin was helping Joyce inside the house, getting the veggies cut up and plated, though both of them knew they were really spending more time talking. And Eddie and Steve lingered around the grill helping Hop with the barbecue duties.
El, however, was not participating in tag, tired from chasing around her friends and wanting to catch a break as she stayed close to her fathers’ side and talked his ear off about the girl from Roane who was going to be here any minute now.
“You’re gonna love her, dad.” El bubbled watching as her dad flipped the burger patties and Steve held an aluminum pan out for him.
Hop’s chest puffed out, peering down at her. “From what I heard she sounds like you’re grandma, so I’m a tad bit concerned.”
The young girl frowned sadly, detaching from his arm. “That’s what Mike said.”
Eddie and Steve both held back their laughs watching the way Hop’s face had fallen at the sheer thought of being compared to Mike. It was obvious that the man still had a hard time accepting the fact that his own daughter would ever consider dating such a little twerp — but to each their own.
Hop coughed, shaking his head regretfully. “Well, in that case, I'll take it back. She sounds lovely, all of you can't stop yapping about her so she must be nice,” he rolled his eyes somewhat though El didn’t seem to catch it.
“The nicest!” El gushed happily, clapping her hands together. 
Steve was smiling, not minding that the conversation was centered around you because… it was you. He honestly didn’t blame El for being so excited, after all they only got to see you a few days out of the week and when they did it was always something he looked forward to the most.
Eddie was the one who wiped the smile off his face, nudging him in the ribs with his elbow nearly making him drop the pan of burger patties,“Especially to Steve.”
“Asshole!” Steve shouted, regaining his grip on the pan and glaring at the metal head who shuffled a few inches away.
“Hey!” Hopper clanked the metal tongs together gaining the boy's attention, “Make fun of him all you want but don’t you dare drop the food. Spent way too much on all this crap and the last thing I need is dirt covered burgers.”
“Yeah, c’mon man, get it together.” Eddie chided with a grin as El giggled and shook her head, clearly amused by the grown men’s banter.
The sizzling of meat on the grill accompanied the shouts of the rest of the kids who were calling a timeout wanting to take a water break. The automatic porch light flickered on, giving light to the dim area as the sky turned darker with each passing minute.
“Isn’t she supposed to be here by now?” Eddie raised his brow, taking a look at the time on his watch.
“Probably stuck in traffic or something, Roane gets backed up pretty quickly.” Steve said, holding out the pan closer as Hop placed the cooked meats on top of one another.
Hop glanced around raising an eyebrow, “What’s so special about this girl, anyway? All I’ve been hearing for the past two weeks is Roane, Roane, Roane—”
Eddie snorted, crossing his arms over his chest, “Well for starters, she lives in Roane.”
The older man glared, responding sarcastically, “Wow, no kidding. Thanks Munson."
“Always my pleasure, sir.” Eddie saluted before patting Steve firmly on the back,“You. Why don’t you tell Hop about her since you two are soooo close?”
El giggled, reaching out to poke Steve on the cheek as he chuckled and shrugged away from her and Eddie’s teasing. But he couldn’t hold back his smile, not when it came to this and bragging about all the wonderful things that he had come to memorize about you.
“She’s an artist. Sells her own work at galleries and she gets commissioned for custom pieces from time to time.” He started, leaving out the bit about you painting an elaborate mural, knowing you’d like to tell them that yourself.
“And she bakes.” El chimed in.
Steve nodded with a smile before turning back to Hop, “And she’s kind, like insanely sweet, even to Mike and that’s saying a. lot. But she’s also super generous, gave Will a bunch of art supplies and will probably bring some more tonight—”
Hopper couldn’t help but interrupt the never ending list, pointing at him with the tongs, “Are you and her seeing each other or something?”
Steve blinked, shaking his head vigorously and pursing his lips. “W-what, no, we aren’t—”
“You sure?” Eddie tilted his head.
Steve groaned, narrowing his eyes at the metal head. “You’re literally friends with us, I’d tell you if we were.” he replied with a sigh giving him that knowing look.
The metal head shrugged, a teasing smirk pulling up at his lips, “Yeah, but I didn’t know you spent the night at her place until the next day.”
“You spent the night?” Hopper blurted crossing his arms over his chest.
Steve swallowed, “I wasn’t planning to, but there was a road closure and she offered. And like I’ve been telling everyone, nothing happened. We talked, then went to sleep.”
“And you got her coffee and did laundry before you left!” El added innocently, before slapping a hand over her mouth after Steve had widened his eyes at her.
“How did you know that?” He accused suspiciously as the girl took off shouting a “I don’t know” behind her.
Hopper and Eddie seemed entertained by the information while Steve on the other hand was mortified as to how she would know that unless you had told Robin who then had told Nancy who then told Max who then told her.
Knowing Robin for as long as he did, it was most likely her. You on the other hand had no idea that Robin was a blabber mouth and the world's worst liar — but she was still his best friend so there was not much he could do about it. 
“Husband duties already?” Hop joked, snapping Steve out of his worries.
He snorted, gripping the pan tightly in his hold, “I’m sure Joyce would have appreciated it when you and her started seeing each other.”
Hopper’s chest rumbled with a deep laugh and his face fell with a smirk, “Yeah, kid, I’m sure she did, but the difference is Joyce was my girlfriend but you, my friend, haven’t even asked—”
“You know what… that’s not the point!” Steve pinched his eyes shut, shaking his head to himself before opening them back up to see the smug smirks on Hop and Eddie’s faces, “I’m not a slob, I wasn’t going to leave her place without cleaning up after myself and at least thanking her for letting me stay over.”
The two men looked between each other, letting their shoulders fall with a shrug, “Sure, whatever you say.”
Steve was about to respond, a snarky comment about how Eddie shouldn’t be talking because his dating life was about zero to none and how Hopper should help Joyce with carpooling instead of rushing out of the house to get donuts every morning. But the remarks didn’t get a chance to break free as the front door of the home flung wide open.
“She’s here!” Robin shouted, jogging down the porch steps and whipping past the men at the grill setup.
He watched as she waved her hands up in the air stopping at the end of the driveway where your car had been approaching with the headlights dimming. As the yellow beacon of lights died, the car parked and he could clearly see through the glass beginning to unbuckle your belt as you smiled and waved.
“I’ll be right back,” Steve muttered, hastily thrusting the aluminum pan into Eddie’s hands as he jogged over to your car to greet you.
You should’ve known Robin wasn’t going to let you get out of the car before pulling you into a tight hug within the cramped space of your driver's seat. But you didn’t mind one bit, even if you were straining your neck to fully reach up around her and hug her just as snuggly.
“I’m so happy you came!” Robin squealed against you before letting you go.
“Thanks for inviting me,” you spoke gratefully as you took the hand she extended to help you out of the car.
And again you were met with “hello’s” and “hi’s” this time in rapid fire from the kids who quickly flocked around your car the moment they heard Robin screaming her head off. You honestly didn’t know if you had gotten to say hello to all of them before they ran off to wherever they were headed.
“C’mon, I’ll introduce you to Hop and Joyce!” She singsonged, skipping away before she had heard you say that you were going to grab some things first.
It already felt a lot better being here with your friends than being stuck at your apartment all alone tonight. These days the thought of leaving your sacred space to hang out with your friends in the next town over didn’t feel so overwhelming. If anything it was a tempting every second thought that crossed your mind as you enjoyed their company just as much as they did yours.
For you, nights like this used to be so rare, filled with loneliness and pacing your apartment fighting the urge to cancel plans — if you had any, that is. It felt nicer to be wanted, even in a simple setting like this one on a week night that should’ve been spent at home with work being done.
If you lived closer you were sure nights like this would be more common than not.
“Here, I’ll help.”
You felt him before you heard him and it honestly was the best type of anticipation that you could sense in your bones. Something you had picked up on from the first time that you met him. The way that he was always near whenever you were around and it was safe to say that you liked it.
Turning your head over your shoulder, you screeched excitedly.
“Steve!”
Your arms threw themselves around Steve’s neck, pulling yourself to him as he braced you with his arms wrapped around your back. He could feel you smiling against his collarbone as you tiptoed to try to reach the rest of him before eventually giving up and standing comfortably in his hold.
The only kind of hug that you and Steve ever shared was the fully immersed one where you’re both chest to chest, every inch of exposed skin sweeping against each other as you took one another in. It’s the only kind of hug either of you know when it comes to each other, the one that feels the most comfortable and right.
“Hey, you,” He murmured into your hair, taking in the scent that his memory wouldn’t let him forget.
Though it had already been five days since he used the collection of Body Shop products that littered your bathroom, it felt like he couldn’t wash it away, even overtop his cologne. And even if it was just his mind playing tricks on him, like torture for being away from you for so long — it felt nicer when the smell comes from you.
When your hair danced in the wind and filled the air with vanilla like a cloud that smothered Steve. He didn’t even dare to stop his senses from committing the blossoming jasmine and ripened peaches of a garden that you’re standing in the heart of to memory.
Hugs like this are a sort of delicacy to him that he hoped is the same for you, though he’s not sure if his Old Spice even comes close to the allure that you are — he can only hope.
“How was the drive?” He asked, finally fighting the urge to stop taking your aroma in.
He loosened his arms briefly to pull back and catch a glance at your face that was tucked to his chest. You retract only inches, staring up at him through your lashes with a smile never ceasing.
“Wasn’t too bad! I did almost get lost but I took a u-turn and took Cornwallis like you said.”
You forgot to tell him that you nearly took Mirkwood after having no clue of where you were going and your eyesight is too bad for you to read the street names on the rusty signs. It’s was already buried in the back of your mind, too happy that you made it here safely… his arms and the home, of course.
His arms tighten around you at the admission, squeezing you gently as he gave you an apologetic smile, “Sorry, you know if I wasn’t working today I would’ve come and picked you up.”
It’s not just something he’s said for show, you know he meant it wholeheartedly and if only he wasn’t working you would’ve taken him up on the offer. The passenger seat of his beemer is way more comfortable, not because it was a luxury car, but because he the one sitting beside you getting you where you need to be safely. 
“That’s alright, Steve,” You reassured him before hugging him close again, “thank you though.”
It isn’t long before the hug is interrupted by the shouts from Robin who is clearly amused by the sight yet very hungry and ready to sit down and feast. Steve muttered something unintelligible while you turned your head and flashed her a half smile from where she stood in between the home owners.
Steve knew the pointed look Robin gave him from across the driveway, the one that reads “don’t start with me!” and because of this he knew it’s best to let you go even when all he wanted was five more seconds to hold you like this.
He tapped the small of your back with his fingertips before he released, “Go,” he begins, chuckling as Robin begins counting down out loud like a threat. “I’ll grab the rest of the stuff.”
“Okie dokie,” You laughed, letting your arms drop from around his neck, leaving behind the rest of the stuff for Steve to carry.
Your fingers twiddle on their own accord as you approach the couple, smiling shyly, “Helloooo.”
“Hey, kid.”
“Hi, honey!”
Robin held her arms out wide, motioning to them both, “This is Hop and Joyce. Joyce and Hop, meet my friend from Roane!”
“Thank you for having me,” you beamed, unsure if you should stick your hand out and be formal.
Thankfully, Joyce didn’t hesitate to close the space between you, wrapping her arms around you lovingly and giving your back a rub, “Of course, honey, we’re so glad you were able to make it!”
She reminds you a lot like Dorothea, only less intimidating and shorter. But she’s just as warm and inviting, making you feel comfortable as if you’ve been here a million times before. As she pulled away, she gave your shoulders one last kind squeeze before you looked towards the tall giant beside her.
On the outside he looked scuffy, a thick mustache and a mean scar above his left eyebrow. But you know he’s the father to three wonderful and good hearted kids who praise him for being the best in the entire world, so you know he’s far from that — if anything his Hawaiian print button down would’ve told you anyways.
He was the one who broke the short silence, tapping the metal tongs together as he smirked, “So you’re the girl my kids won’t shut up about, huh?” He said jokingly.
Will and El don’t miss a beat to whine “Dad!” from the picnic tables where they were ready to eat.
You grinned walking into his side as you gave him a small hug, “I suppose so, it’s nice to meet you.”
“You too,” He nodded, patting your back and letting you step away.
The car door slammed shut and Steve was striding over with his hands full, “You can lock it now,” he said with a chuckle. 
You nodded, digging your hands into your purse to find the keys as you clicked the fob and watched the headlights flash twice before hearing the beep.
“Thank you, again,” you said quietly, reaching for the goodie filled basket and taking the weight from him as he hums.
Turning on your heel, you held it out towards them, Robin already long gone and joining the rest of the group of watches from their seats.
“These are for you guys and the family,” You announced, letting Hopper take it from you as he began to inspect the contents.
“Oh, you didn’t have to,” Joyce pouted with gratitude.
You shook your head reassuringly,“It’s really no problem! I didn’t want to show up empty handed anyways,” you insisted.
“There’s a bunch of local stuff from the farmers market in there, but I also customized a few notebooks for the three based on their hobbies and whatnot.” You explained watching as he pulled out one of the bottles of cider and began reading the label.
“Can’t wait to add this one to the bar,” Hop snickered, waving the bottle around in front of Joyce as she scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully.
She looked at you, pretending to conceal her mouth as she muttered, “He added a bar cart to the kitchen and now he thinks he can collect all the alcohol he wants.”
The married couple's banter made you smile, happy to see that even in their middle age they were still finding ways to poke fun at each other without actually hurting the others feelings. 
Hop looked down at her with fake annoyance eyeing around the yard. “Yeah, well, this barbecue was actually supposed to be me giving everyone a grand tour but all everybody wants to do is stay outside.”
Joyce slapped  his arm lightly , “Hop, you’re gonna bore her, please,” she said embarrassingly.
You clutched your hands together behind your back, jutting your chin up with piqued interest, hoping to actually get a tour of the place. From the outside alone it looked cozy yet simple. Rose bushes lined the porch along with rocking chairs on the wooden deck.
“I wouldn’t mind a little tour, the place looks beautiful by the way.” You said cheerfully.
Hopper grunted, passing a smug smirk towards his lady before trading the cold dessert Steve was holding for his grilling tongs.
“You’re on meat duty. Come on, kid.”
The man began leading the way towards the front door before you offered Joyce another grateful smile as you followed along.
“Scream if he starts going on a home improvement tangent.” She called out half jokingly as you turned around and flashed her a thumbs up.
Steve chuckled to himself, flipping open the grill, “She’s too nice to do that. She’ll probably stand there and let him go on and on.”
Reaching for the aluminum pan that sat on the grill’s edge, he began taking off the last pieces of cooked meat hoping to get away before he smelled of smoke.
“She’s real pretty, Steve,” Joyce nudged him lightly with her elbow.
With a kind smile, he replied,“she really is, isn’t she?”
“So how long have you two been seeing each other?” She asked, genuinely curious and unaware of the circumstances around you both.
He furrowed his brows, lips twitching as he tried to hold back a grin, “We aren’t…I haven’t — we’re not dating, just…yeah, just not dating.”
“You haven’t asked her out yet?” She speculated.
He shook his head, shutting off the heat and closing it with a loud metal clang,“yes…well no, no because we’re just friends — friends, that’s it.”
The quietness from the picnic table should have been a red flag considering that everyone was usually talkative, especially the kids. But their silence meant one thing: eavesdropping.
“Now that’s just bullshit,” Mike barked out while Steve and Joyce made their way over with pans.
Steve glared, placing it down directly in front of the little shithead, “You Wheelers just love the word ‘bullshit’ don’t you?”
Truly, Steve put up with a lot when it came to the kids and while he had a soft spot for them, they were on thin ice these days because of their meddling. They stuck their noses where it didn’t belong, barging in on him at work to talk his ear off about dating advice as if they were the experts who could solve his problem.
“I mean he’s not wrong,” Max began shrugging her shoulders, “friends don’t hug or look at each other like that.”
He furrowed his brows, taking a seat in the middle of the open space,“like what?”
“You know what,” The red head retorted with a scoff.
He pursed his lips tightly tapping his knuckles against the grain. “No, please, someone enlighten me.” Steve challenged, looking at the faces around the table that looked away from his hardened gaze.
The last thing he wanted for tonight was to be pestered on by a bunch of fifteen year olds who thought that they had the whole dating thing down the tee. Half of them could barely even stand in the presence of their crush without fainting and the others were on and off again for stupid little things.
Lucas was the brave one, speaking up with his hands thrown dramatically in the air. “Like you guys long for each other! You act like you haven’t seen her in ages but it’s only been like five days.”
“You rushed the car like you hadn’t seen her in months,” Dustin added feeling less intimidated.
Steve’s eyes widened, pointing his finger at his best friend across the table, “So did Robin!”
She held her hands up in defense, letting her shoulders come up cautiously. “Because I’m like her closest friend out of all of us, you dingus! I have car rushing privileges.”
He clenched his eyes shut,“Oh my god,” he breathed heavily when he opened them back up, “what’s the big deal?”
It was a real question — what was the big deal about him being just as happy as everyone else to see you?
“The big deal is you obviously like her but you’re just sitting here not doing anything about it.” Mike gestured, half glaring at the man.
“Look, what we’re saying is you need to just take the chance and ask her out.” Max put it simply, glancing around at everyone else who nodded their heads.
“The worst she could say is no.”
It’s not their fault, the kids are young and don’t have much experience out of their little friend group that they’ve established, but what they don’t understand is that you saying no isn’t the worst case scenario — it actually quite the opposite.
Steve Harrington had been rejected many times before, and he had been to move forward with life, taking their answer for what it was and not trying to push. Sure, him asking you out and you saying no would totally leave him heartbroken for a few weeks, maybe even months, but he was never going to try to force you to feel the same way about him.
But that was the problem… he knows you feel the same.
Feelings are reciprocated between the both of you, something that had been developing and brewing over the course of just two weeks. And Steve’s no genius but he picked up on all the little things you do that affirm what he knows.
It like a looped movie in his mind, a compilation of moments that the two of you had shared:
Glances from across the living rooms when no one else is paying attention.
Lingering touches that feel like electricity sparking up his heart.
Gentle words of solace, like a sacred promise that you’d never break.
Laughter that is so contagious and never ending.
There’s no denying it, especially in the way that you and Steve acted when people were watching. A space or world that you two created and transported to whenever it’s just you and him. Nothing could ever be so easy to see through, it’s not even hidden in plain sight — just evidently clear. 
For once in his life his gut and heart worked in tandem, not trying to fight it off the feelings or fleet away. He shows it in the way he conducts himself around you, not holding back on the longing hugs or the sweet words, totally just letting himself be.
Things, however change when he thinks about moving further, like his brain switching and telling him to not trust his gut or his heart because it’ll only blow up in his face at the end. That this… whatever this was, it was too good to be true.
Steve could never see it in himself to be the man you would ever want to be with, even if you were all in already.
He can imagine that after everything you’ve told him about your past, that it can’t be easy for you to trust again, to give yourself wholeheartedly to another person after all those years yet here you were slowly giving yourself to Steve in the same way he was handing himself over to you.
You’ll hold him, give him the safe space to talk about anything, his awful parents and his stupid boring life, but he doesn’t know if he’s strong enough to hold you. If he has it in himself to give you the kind of love that you deserve… if the love he has inside of him would even suffice.
You’ve been hurt.
He had been the one dishing out the hurt.
But you’ve healed.
And he’s grown.
Yet it still feels like the two of you could be dancing with your hands tied and he can’t live to see himself be the one to hurt you — he can’t.
When Steve lost Nancy, it ate him alive, being so stupid and selfish for pushing her past the point of no return all because he couldn’t put his ego aside. But he’d been long over that, receiving her forgiveness and knowing that Jonathan loved and cherished her more than he ever could.
Losing you would kill him, just the thought of breaking your heart was sending him into a spiral of his thoughts.
He doesn’t even hear Eddie and Jonathan hissing at the kids to shut their traps and stop being so nosey. All of it feels like deafening silence even with the crickets chirping loudly in the grass and the dying charcoal sizzle in the grill a few feet away.
There’s a blank stare across his face, the expression so dull and lifeless, like his soul just got ripped away from him. Like a scene in a movie where the world goes on and on yet he’s still sitting there waiting for something to change.
“Steve, hey,” Robin said panicked, beginning to sit up on her haunches to get closer to him, “Dude, c’mon.” She said again, this time waving her hand in front of his face trying to pull him out of there.
The only thing he sees in front of him is his worst nightmare: you sobbing with your head in your hands, shouting that you never want to see him again as you get up and point him out the door.
No matter how loud Robin called for him to snap out of it and Joyce shaking his arm almost pleading — he couldn’t escape it.
The monster he’d become if he ever hurt you.
“What did I miss?” You piped up with your hand coming down to rest on Steve’s shoulders as you took a seat next to him.
It’s only then that he felt himself coming back down to Earth. Grounded knowing that you were right here in front of him with a smile on your face rather than a frown with tears coating your cheeks. You were happy right here with him, not trying to get away.
But your happy face quickly dropped with concern, hearing as though no one is answering you, not even Steve. He can feel it, the question on the tip of your tongue ready to ask him if everything is alright, and he doesn’t quite know the answer.
“I’m gonna go get a drink inside,” Steve finally spoke, getting up and leaving without saying another word to you.
Your eyes followed him, taking in his quick footing that took him through the front door in a matter of seconds. With your eyebrows furrowed, your voice drawled out, “Is he…okay?”
Looking around the table, the kids don’t dare to meet your eyes, not even innocent Will and El and that’s how you know something is up. Eddie only flashed you an apologetic smile as he shrugged his shoulders and took a swig of his beer. Nancy and Jonathan don’t even meet your eyes, theirs zeroing in on the living room window, trying to see where he went.
It’s Robin who takes a deep breath and lets her shoulders drop, “We don’t know.”
Joyce brings her hand to your arm, rubbing it warmly as she grimaces behind her smile, “I think he just needed some air, honey.”
You swallowed, nodding your head as you brace your hands on the wood and begin pushing yourself up, “I’m gonna go check on him.”
They didn’t try to stop you, insisting that it’s best for Steve to be alone right now because they truly don’t know what to do. The conversation had gone from all in good nature to triggering in a matter of seconds. 
You stepped through the front door making a beeline towards the kitchen where you could hear the ruckus of cans and bottles being shifted around in the fridge.
“Steve?”  You called out faintly, creeping around the wall to peek at him where he was hunched over in front of the appliance.
He turned his head over his shoulder, his face softening with just you in his sights, “Hey. Umm did you want a water or a soda?” He asked, holding up the two beverages in his hands.
You shook your head, watching as he forced a smile and put them back into the refrigerator, shutting it closed.
“Are you ok?” You approached him as he straightened up.
Steve nodded his head as if he was trying to convince himself, “Y-yeah, I’m fine—”
You knew he wasn’t. His easy going aura was replaced with someone that was tense and passive, trying his very best to put up a front. 
“Did the kids say something stupid?”
‘Insanely stupid and it sent me into a mental spiral’,  he thought.
“When don’t they?” He joked, rubbing a hand behind his neck as he tried to advert from your gaze.
You tsked, biting your lip as you watched him closely. “You usually don’t storm off like that, just had me worried, that’s all.”
“You shouldn’t worry about me.” He assured you, as if that would make your concern disappear.
“But I do,” You professed, no hesitation behind your voice, just you and your brutal honesty.
There’s not much to say, not when you both know what’s brewing between the both of you right here all alone. But in all honesty, the pot was boiling over, the point of no return but to just let it all go.
There’s so much Steve wanted to say, like the way he worries about you too. How he thinks about you throughout the day, that you’re taking care of yourself and being kinder like you had promised you would. Or how he wants you to know you can call him whenever you’re feeling alone and need the company — he’d drive to you no matter the hour whenever you called.
“Are you gonna drive all the way home tonight?” He started, looking out the window where the dark sky already clouded over the town.
“What?” You asked, clearly taken aback by the sudden question.
He swallowed, looking back at you, “It’s dark and I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to drive home all alone. I mean you just got here, but by the time you leave it’ll be even darker and the roads are hard to see and—”
“Steve,” You whispered quietly, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.
It’s enough for him to shut up, to want to reel in the moment of your touch on his again, even if it’s just for a split second.
“Yeah?”
“Do you want me to spend the night at yours?”
He cursed at himself, realizing that’s what he must have sounded like. A pig who was trying to get into your pants when really that’s not what he was insinuating at in the first place. He just wanted you to be safe. 
“I—I’m sorry… you could ask Robin or Nance to spend the night at theirs if you want, I just really don’t want anything bad happening tonight if you decide to drive—”
“Steve,”  You started again, this time your voice firmer as you weaved your fingers through his and never letting up on your grip.
“Do you want me to spend the night at your place?” Your voice was sure, confident yet soft, letting him know that you’re not trying to make fun of him.
He knows you understand what he means. 
“I do,” he breathed, nodding his head and giving your hand a squeeze, “I really want you to.”
“Then I’ll spend the night at yours.”
Your words were all it took for him to relax, forgetting why he was so wound up and anxious in the first place. 
All of it doesn’t seem to matter when his heart was already in your hands. You have all of him – his deepest fears and his wildest dreams. He’s committed to you like a promise, something he knows he doesn’t have to hold out hope for any longer because he’s strong enough. 
You knew it all along and he finally started to feel it. 
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bellamer · 9 months
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I'm gonna get this off of my chest and then probably be done with this discourse but it's basically just what I feel and some shit about the adultification of black males and black people in general, my rant is below the cut
I have cousins and a younger brother who are teens and look similar to Hobie ie being darker skinned and tall, my younger brother even has some of Hobie's characteristics which I have seen shine when he's with his friend, moments that are similar to the when Hobie dapped Pav up and called him "Big Steppa !" which is why I don't see his characteristics as "adult" or get "adult vibes" because my brother and many of his friends who are black teens look like and have similar characteristic to Hobie's, My brother who has darker skin, hair although not in wicks, is wild and similar to Hobie's because he grows it long and blows it out and it takes similar shape, is tall, has a deep as voice that actually startles people when they hear it, has had a major dislike towards authority figures like cops and people in charge in general and would do absolutely anything to protect his friends.
I've seen many black teens, mostly friends and family in Hobie Brown although they aren't punk like he is, kids I've literally watched grow up
And I bet if Miles didn't have his age explicitly stated and they didn't show him going to school, people would try to claim that he's older than he actually is
And although this might be unethical to rope in horrifying situations that actually happen with a stupid discourse about a fictional character in a superhero movie but it reminds me about how black people in general are always labeled as "adults" when something bad happens with them because as soon as we hit a growth spurt and start to look threatening, we're no longer kids to them. It's suddenly "Black man arrested by police" and that "man" is a 16 year old or "Black woman shot and killed" and that "woman" was only 17 and still in school, hell I've seen articles with label these black kids as "men" and "women" when they were only 12 or 13.
That's all I've gotta say on the matter. And if you see Hobie as over 18 ? Fine, whatever, I don't care as long as you're not constantly commenting on people's ship art or posts or on the posts of those who use his confirmed comic age as their interpretation, harassing people with "he's a grown man !!!!" with no proof to back up your claims except for and edited clip that was taken out of context some dickweed on TikTok posted
And the adultification is even affecting a black female character too because people are claiming that those who ship Margo and Miles are pro shippers and claiming that Margo is an adult woman
And don't get me started on the people who just desperately want Hobie to be a grown man so they can justify sexualizing him and thirsting over him because that is a whole different form of adultification of black men that I am way too tired to get into
But I hope this is the last thing I'm gonna say on this stupid ass discourse
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nordickies · 7 months
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Welcome back! I missed your art a lot. I was scrolling through your posts and saw one post where you said that you have an unpopular dynamic for SuFin. If your dynamic for SuFin is based on their history together, I might have the same unpopular dynamic as you too.
I'm not a fan of the fanon SuFin that is perfectly wholesome and "the ideal relationship" because it ignores how history would have affected their relationship, and also has the uncomfortable implication that Finland enjoyed being under Swedish rule. I think that in the modern day, Finland would still struggle with feeling insecure and too competitive with Sweden. Sweden would be quite oblivious to Finland's feelings and offend him without realizing it. But that's my Swedish perspective on their relationship. What are your thoughts about their dynamic?
Thank you! Happy to see you as well! And yes, you're pretty close to how I view them! This is going to be a long one, so my answer will be under the cut <3
As a disclaimer; I will not judge or shame anyone for enjoying SuFin as the perfect domestic husbands with a dog and kids. Heal that inner child desperately clinging to happy fictional families, hehe. Besides, unless you ship a totally random crackship in this show, every single relationship is going to be flawed based on historical context. And at the end of the day, SuFin isn't even the worst case of this issue, so you can ship them without worrying about being "problematic" (whatever that word means nowadays). I'm just saying this because some people like to claim that SuFin is so inherently toxic, and I strongly disagree with that! There is no right or wrong way to enjoy these characters, and you can apply as much or as little historical context to the characters as you like. Have fun with them!
To me, ignoring all the historical context behind Finland's and Sweden's relationship would be impossible, though. We're talking about 600-700 years of living together and the additional 200+ years as separate countries. And I love overthinking things. Whether or not you like SuFin as a ship, you can't exactly ignore their shared past. I see the Nordics as a found family above all else. I really don't ship them with each other (but I don't judge those who do). Sweden and Finland are just kind of tricky because of the way the canon portrays their relationship. It's impossible to see it as purely brotherly. But I don't vibe with them being lovey-dovey husbands either. Best friends, sure, but then again, Finland and Sweden would have a different dynamic than Sweden has with Norway and Denmark. Or the dynamic Finland has with Estonia.
The way I see it is that they used to grow up as one, meaning that they both acted as the personification of the same land. Sweden was just in charge of the West, and Finland was in charge of the East. They both had similar responsibilities, jobs they were expected to do, and the people they were expected to obey. They really did everything together. And they were everything to each other because sometimes it felt like it was them against the rest of the world. And honestly, I don't see Finland as a subordinate to Sweden during those times. He was just extremely passive and ignored most of the time. But Finland's interests usually aligned with Sweden's, and he had complete trust in his ability to run things for both of them. But as time went on, his ability to trust was put to the test many times, which ultimately would cause problems in their relationship.
Eventually, they were separated by forces outside their control, and they had to figure out who they were without one another. And it must have been a traumatic situation for both of them. Until then, they didn't have to think about such things; they had always been together. But while Sweden lost his best friend/partner, Finland lost his entire identity. Obviously, as time went on, they both went in very different directions, which made them grow apart quite drastically. It definitely wasn't easy, and the pain caused by that situation made them even butt heads a few times. Ultimately, they made peace with it and could be friends again. Actually, they really needed that separation because otherwise, they would have never evolved as individuals. And their break made their relationship healthier and more equal. It just came with growing pains.
And yes, I agree with what you said. Because Finland has always had the shorter end of the stick, he feels a bit jealous. In his eyes, Sweden always got it so much easier. Also, figuring out his own identity was way harder for him once they got separated. He depended on Sweden a lot more. Fin did truly feel let down by him in the end, which made his relationship with Sweden for the following decades even saltier. For most of his life, he was seen as Sweden's eastern sidekick, so he sometimes tries to desperately create some distance between Swe and himself. He wants to be seen as his own person, and show his capabilities, which manifests in him being extremely stubborn. Ironically, he constantly compares himself to Sweden because that's how he measures his success. If Sweden can do this thing, he should too. And that's why Finland will get very passionate about any chance to be better than Sweden at something. In his eyes, it's the only way to measure his worth.
Sweden, on the other hand, can be oblivious to Finland's need to have his own thing. He doesn't get what's the issue since they used to be inseparable for so long. It's not malicious, but just a bit ignorant. He doesn't have similar experiences, so he doesn't really know how to relate to what Fin is going through. In some cases, Sweden can act annoying in Finland's eyes, being a bit patronizing or not understanding Finland's feelings. One moment, they might be fine, joking around - but then the next, Finland requires some time alone. It's confusing, but Sweden tries to understand it. He has learned that it's just better to give him his space and definitely don't try to solve Fin's problems. Swe has to kind of know his place with that one, even if it can be frustrating. Occasionally, he finds Finland's competitiveness and excitement over small wins a bit ridiculous, but he plays along. At the end of the day, Sweden understands why Finland has such mixed feelings about him. And he knows that in the past, he could have done way better, and he has lots of regrets about it.
It's definitely Finland who has the problems and insecurities in their relationship. Like, even if you think about the canon (which is rich coming from me), Finland is always clarifying that he's not affiliated with Sweden in a romantic sense while simultaneously defending everything Sweden does, telling everyone that they have misunderstood his sensitive persona. And Sweden silently suffers on the side, not wanting to push his boundaries or make Finland uncomfortable. 
But I don't want to make it seem like they don't get along - they absolutely do! Maybe being ridiculously close at times, communicating almost telepathically at this point. Not to mention their vast cooperation in work-related settings. So, whether or not Finland wants to create some distance - he can't. He always finds himself glued to Sweden's side, looking for warmth. And no matter how much Finland's competitiveness tires Sweden, he can't help but admire the persistence. Maybe they're one of the things they both actually deep down like about each other; who knows. There are no hard feelings between these two, though sometimes, the old pain and confusion might pop up in unexpected situations. But in the end, they always work through it.
I think that Finland does legitimately love Sweden, but due to their shared history, he gets uncomfortable with how others might view their relationship. It would be fine if it were literally anyone else than Sweden he had these feelings for. I can see them having some kind of romantic relationship, but it would be very private and a topic they don't like publically discussing. That doesn't mean they're the best at hiding it, though.
Anyway, that's how I view it. I have to say, I do like SuFin as a ship nowadays. It's cute! And a source of endless possibilities. I just don't like reducing Finland and Sweden to "the married couple," especially when my blog is about all of the Nordics. There is so much more to discuss about these two, so many sides people rarely explore. That's why I like to focus on their lives and personalities outside of their romantic relationship. It could also be because I'm not a passionate shipper overall. Or because it's hard to find non-SuFin content out there. But, even with that said, exploring SuFin from time to time is fine. Discussing headcanons for them is fine! They're allowed to exist as a ship in this blog. But I don't want it to be the only thing they're defined by. Let them have a life outside of each other! <3
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I'm not really a shipper, but that leaves me freedom for enjoying everyone's take/artwork on any ship. That said, I've actually never heard of LawBepo before seeing your stuff?? It's actually quite adorable? At least, what I see since it's only your stuff I see lol either way, I wanted to ask WHY Bepo? Like what drew you too the ship I guess?
Always curious how people get to ships they like haha. That and every time I practice Bepo I think of your Bepo so I figured I'd ask finally while I think of your art 😂 hope you don't mind.
Which that thing said, I need to throw in I'm positively alive for your art btw. It's so crisp and I love for the sketchy/black and white. Thank you for gracing my eyes with it.
thank you for the message!
(you never seen it because except for like a couple of artworks noone really done it at the scale that i have. at least not in the western part of the fandom)
what drew me to the ship is the hug on zou but back when i first got into op 8+ years ago but i wasnt open minded enough to take it seriously - it didnt spark ideas to make stuff in me back then yet - but i did love the hug A LOT
its adorable. its just the cutest ever and the single most affectionate that we see law. you cant argue with that if i try. idc how people interpret his other scenes, zou hug is the most obviously and openly shameless display of affection towards someone we see with law
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look at this fucker smiling hes so content rubbing cheeks with his 22 year old male best friend
i came back FOR bepo because i heard of [manga spoilers] i saw it and thought yoo shit hype started looking things up and saw the STOP ACTING CUTE scene and it was all over. one more canon reason for me to ship them (that is ofc if u consider anime filler canon since both the scene i mentioned were toei expanding and improving upon odas ideas) but i do consider them canon if it suits me lol
AND THEN I SAW FILM RED CRUMBS OH MY GOD. OH YOU TOOK HIM TO THE CONCERT UNBELIEVABLE YOU LOVE HIM SO MUCH
basically we were given a ton of cute fanservice of bepo being law's favorite most precious guy and i always ship my ships in accordance to canon its just the type of person that i am
you need to give me a crumb of canon and ill justify the rest. a hook is always necessary and these two got plenty
also reading the novel and seeing bepo be such a precious little brother to law....yeah...cute
oh we cant forget that i also went to look at things on pixiv and japanese fans are geniuses so i got so inspired by the characterization of law being a protective nose bleeding weirdo and bepo being oblivious to it....incredible dynamic i got absolutely hooked. bepo is cute and good and precious and he is home and comfort to law
to summarize: why bepo? because canonically bepo is the only person in bepo's position. he gets special treatment from law, he is THE crewmember of his. he is what killer is do kid - we know most about them they are the closest to the captain. its simple math
finally thank you im glad you enjoy my style!!!!
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