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[vanishingcherry]

GRADUATION + HATE + LOVE

this is a social media au based on an anon request sent to @silverstonesainz, who left it open for someone else to make.

i hope you don't mind that i made it instead anon, enjoy! (sorry the name's kinda stupid my brain isn't working)

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charlesleclerc recently it has come to my notice that some of the fans have been sending hate to yn and making hurtful comments.

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she is absolutely perfect for me and I love her with all my heart. we have mutually chosen to keep our relationship private, and ask that you respect that. if you were one of the people who sent the hate, know that supporting me means supporting the people I love as well.

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You woke up to the constant sound of notifications coming from your phone. Rubbing your bleary eyes, you try and lean back in an attempt to reach the side table, stopped only by the tightening of the arms around your waist.

"Go back to sleep". Charles's voice is muffled, only part of his face visible with the rest smushed against the pillow. "Its too early."

Smiling softly, you lift his arm from your body. He groans, eyes opening to look up at you.

"Theres a lot of notifications amour", you explain. "I need to check what it is."

Rolling his eyes in defeat, he lets go of you, letting you pick up your phone and open twitter to see why so many people were talking about you.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you see many people mentioning a post that Charles had supposedly posted last night. Looking over to him, you ask.

"Did you post something on Instagram yesterday?"

"Huh? Oh yeah." He doesn't bother elaborating, choosing to instead let his head fall back on the pillow, closing his eyes to block out the light.

Chuckling at his reaction, you switch to the Instagram app. Immediately met with 4 different pictures of yourself, you scroll down and read Charles's caption. Sighing when you realise he too had seen the tweets, you put your phone away, lying back down to face him.

"You didn't have to post that amour."

"I wanted to. They were being mean to you." he replies without a second of hesitation. "Je t'aime, d'accord? They have it all wrong, it is me who doesn't deserve you."

Nodding, you reply. "Thank you."

You snuggle closer to him, tucking your head underneath his own. You feel him press a small kiss to your forehead before once again pulling you in, his grip keeping you from moving.

Softly, you whisper. "Je t'aime toujours aussi."

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[miinatozakiii]

i don't know what you mean to me,

detective!jihyo x spiderwoman!reader (pt.2)

summary: jihyo completely ignores what the chief had told her not to do, she can't help it when it involves working with spiderwoman.

wc: 6k

warnings: cursing ; brief mention of a scar ; that's it i think ; lesbians flirting ; rushed proofreading

pt.1, pt. 3

a/n: this has been sitting in my docs for a while, tried to make it a bit exciting! I wasn't planning on making this a series, but here I am. enjoy!! hope it lives to your guys' expectations (T-T)

-

“how’s your job?” the chief asks, swirling the coffee in his cup.

“it’s good. they said they were impressed with my work.” you mumble against the cup of coffee before taking a careful sip, trying not to burn your tongue. 

“that’s good. you’ve always been so smart like your parents.” your uncle says, his eyes softening. you smile, though it’s a small, weak smile and your heart aches a bit at the thought of your parents.

would they be proud of you now? and your side ‘job?’

you had a cliche backstory for someone with powers, a "hero" backstory. life was great until middle school, your parents died around that time. you were also too smart for your own good; sure, it was a plus in school, but it was not a plus for your teenage social life. you had pretty comic-worthy trauma and yeah, it hurt to think about it here and there, made you ponder and sulk at the ungodly hours of the night, but it was a while ago and you learned how to cope. 

despite the emotional damage it caused, it definitely made you stronger, shaped you into who you are today, and is the reason you play "hero." bad experiences give you good lessons, that's what your mom had told you. your dad had told you something similar, something along the lines of "with great power, comes great responsibility," your dad always had a way with words.

the loud sound of a folder making contact with the wooden table is made so abruptly and you flinch a bit, looking up to see who had slammed it down so aggressively: park jihyo–the same person who had patched you up two weeks ago. 

the detective wore a stern expression on her face, something mixed with anger and worry as she furrowed her brows while also deepening her gaze on your uncle, eyes filled with a certain flame of authority. park slides the folder toward your uncle: the chief of the police department. 

chief l/n isn't the best guy to be related to when your part-time gig is swinging around the city as the person he's not too fond of. unlucky you.

“chief, this one is… just look.” jihyo sighs. your uncle's brows crease as he pulls the papers out from the orange, paper folder. jihyo continues to speak, “5 people dead, and fourteen severely injured.”

jihyo looks at you for a split second, and you look back at her. it's not the best time to start reminiscing, but theres a sudden memory of you that she recalls—the first time she met you. 

the first interaction she had with you was four months ago; the impression you had left on her was a great one—it really piqued her interest in you. it's really not time to start having flashbacks to when she had met her boss's niece, but here she is.

-

“jihyo, this is my niece y/n.” chief l/n had introduced, smiling and patting you on the back.

chief l/n had always forgotten to bring lunch, and your aunt hated that. your aunt turned you into a personal messenger, a cheap (not even, you got scammed) delivery woman, so you were forced to drop off lunch for your uncle, some type of udon soup thing with fishcakes scattered around in the thermos (you couldn't lie, it smelled good and you were a bit jealous that she hadn't made you any lunch the first time you started living with them and working on your own).

the first thing jihyo noticed was that you had the chief's brown eyes, and you two were similar in the way that you were taller than most – your uncle being 6’4 inches of pure muscle and strength, a whole tank for a chief and his build fit the role. jihyo had guessed you were around 5’8, you also seemed to have some muscle from what she could tell, a prominent build with broader shoulders and toned arms, you seemed rather fit and active. there were common similarities in physical features and body language; you two were definitely related. 

the detective had also noticed that you were particularly pleasing to look at.

your face looked like it had been sculpted to perfection: you had a strong, sharp jawline, and prominent cheekbones that rivaled even some models she had seen in the magazines at the local grocery store. your eyes were similar to your uncles, they had a softer look, though, and were noticeably striking. your lips were a dark peach color, beautiful and plump. every aspect and feature on your face was put together to construct such a captivating sight, it honestly shook jihyo up slightly.

“it’s nice to meet you y/n,” jihyo had greeted, “i never knew you had a niece, chief.”

“ah, well this little one-”

“i’m 24.” you sighed, furrowing your brows as your uncle chuckled playfully.

“whatever, whatever. you’re still very young,” the chief responds, “she landed a great internship at minatozaki industries, so she’s been staying at my place for the time being, probably a long time.” he adds proudly, hitting your back again and it makes you tense up a bit from the unintentional strength in the contact. your eyebrows crinkle and you wince—just for added effect.

“you’re a scientist?” jihyo questions,

“i’m a researcher for them.” you simply reply, “i journal and edit sometimes too, well—i've only written one article, actually.” you add with a shrug.

“that’s impressive,” jihyo says, and it really is because you’re a year younger than her and somehow you've landed an outstanding internship at one of the most thriving corporations in the city. you nod and end up transferring a bit more eye contact, which communicates a shared understanding and fondness between the two of you, there’s an exchanged interest. 

the eye contact breaks when a repeating buzz is heard from your phone,

“oh, i have to go,” you mumble, “it was nice meeting you jihyo, hope we can talk more." 

"me too, y/n," jihyo responds. you simply shoot another awkward grin.

"i’ll get going now. uncle, i’ll be home by six.” you finally add, waving while fixing the bag that slings across your body.

jihyo thinks you’re impressive.

-

“chief,”

“jihyo?” he says, still holding the paper of the report, but looking up at jihyo. the shorter woman sighs and bites the inside of her cheek,

“listen to me, just hear me out okay,” jihyo says. the chief focuses all his attention on the woman in front of him, all 5’3 inches of stubbornness and authority: his most outstanding employee, his favorite detective.

jihyo lets out a small breath.

“the suspect was reported to have been a lizard, chief. you think we can fight a man-sized, not even—it was bigger than a man, taller and bigger than you, apparently.” jihyo sighs, “i think we should find a way to contact spiderwoman-”

“absolutely not.” the chief says almost immediately, almost breaking the pen he had been holding in his hand. “i’m not letting that criminal ruin anything else.” he used the word criminal, it made your heart sink just a bit.

“chief, i don’t think you get it. this is a lizard. it’s something out of a comic, or movie. this isn’t some secret operation or regular thief, numerous officers were injured and people are dead l/n. one of the sergeants had lost his arm, and he barely made it.”

“what?” the chief voices in disbelief, his eyes widened. jihyo looks down at a spot at the coffee table,

“sergeant moon l/n. moon taeil, his arm…” jihyo trails off, looking down and biting the inside of her cheek. 

your uncle pauses for a moment, looking down at the paper in his hand with incredulity. he darts back up at the woman and leans back in his chair, staring at the desk still perplexed. his jaw tightens up again as he closes his eyes, letting out a stressed sigh whilst pinching the bridge of his nose.

“i don’t trust that spiderwoman at all, detective. i know she saved your life twice, and yes i'm glad she did, but you shouldn’t trust so easily.” he starts. you seem to be a bystander, they seem so invested and heated in this conversation. you listen carefully. 

“look, if you think about it: the lizard and that spider girl are the same, they have those special abilities. you might think ‘spider girl’ is good now, but she has the power to do as much harm as that lizard, and assumably more brains too. she could be extremely dangerous, what if we were to trust her? what if she takes advantage of us and boom, everything goes to shit.” the chief exaggerates the last part a bit, it takes both you and jihyo by surprise at how much emotion he uses as he expresses his distrust for spiderwoman. 

“you really think we can take that lizard?” jihyo questions, her eyebrows crease and the hand that held her up as she leaned on the table tightens its grip on the edge of it. you take a sip from the banana milk in your hand as you listen, impressed and surprised at how heated your uncle is about his distrust for your other identity.

“jihyo, i get where you’re coming from, but it’s just not safe. i don’t trust her, especially after that damn drug operation incident. i mean, how would she have known about that? she just showed up and fucked up our plan, she could fuck up more than that and we’re just lucky it happened to be a crime scene that she had ‘tackled.’ do you get what i’m saying, park?”

jihyo nods, but she doesn’t make eye contact with the head of the police.

“yeah, i get where you’re coming from,” jihyo responds, “just a suggestion.”

you sit there in silence and stare at your uncle, a bit bewildered that he hates you that much, imagine if he knew that spiderwoman had heard him talking so much shit about her—you kind of want to laugh, even if it's belittling. 

jihyo has this expression mixed with defeat and concern, it makes you frown. you don't like seeing jihyo so beat, especially because of your unwavering uncle. the chief of the police and you are close enough so that you can scold him playfully and talk to him like an adult, but this matter would leave you in an argument that you could never win. your uncle was stubborn and scary, even with you occasionally.

you wanted to talk to the detective as spiderwoman, you know she trusts you and you want to reassure her, it sucks to see her getting shut down like this. if it were just the two of you right now, you'd go on about how persistent and ridiculous your uncle is for shutting down this suggestion, you know you could work this out, but not now, not with chief l/n present.

“alright, i’ll get back to investigating this. let me know if you um, have any better suggestions that don’t involve her.” jihyo mumbles, voice getting smaller as she mutters the ‘her.’ 

before departing, detective park adds one more thing, “also, um, they’ve already planned to have a gathering of some sort for the victims, it was moon’s idea. i forgot to tell you, but it might be in your inbox." jihyo chokes out. "i’ll get going now.” 

detective park can deal with rejection, and detective park can deal with her tenacious boss.

jihyo looks at the chief for a bit before her gaze sets on you. eye contact is made and you shoot her a "sorry about that" smile, and she replies with an “it’s okay” smile. you’ve always had this way of communicating quietly, at least in front of your uncle—no words needed—even though you two had known each other for only a bit. 

detective park walks away with the papers she had taken back, her shoulders sink a little as she strolls out the door.

“that was kind of harsh.” you chide, almost glaring at your uncle with narrowed eyes.

“i just can’t stand that spiderwoman.” 

thanks, you almost reply.

 “i trust jihyo—don't get me wrong—she’s always been one with great ideas and plans, but this one… god that vigilante…” 

“she can’t be that bad, what if she’s just doing it because, i don’t know,” you’re trying to frame your response as best as you can because how does one who isn’t spiderwoman word her motives for doing what she does? they'd either have to know her personally, or be her. “maybe she just feels a sense of responsibility with her abilities.”

“or maybe she’s a threat to us.”

“well,” and you almost continue, but this is chief l/n.

you stop trying after that.

-

jihyo almost died right then and there from shock.

“hi.” spiderwoman had said so casually—too casually for someone who had appeared behind the marble counter in the center of jihyo’s dimmed kitchen area.

“you just love breaking the law do you?” jihyo says in a stable tone, though her heart had been beating a little too fast from your unannounced visit (she tries to excuse it with how you shocked her, but it might just be from being able to have your stupidly charming self in her home).

“you’re not the chief, and i know you love me. i'd like to call my ‘law breaking’ a friendly surprise.” you beam, moving so you can sit on the counter. detective park can tell you're grinning, even with that stupid mask on. jihyo sighs and sits on her beige couch. she leans into it with a small, exhausted groan. 

“what do you want? did you hurt yourself again?” the detective says with annoyance, but deep down there's some worry laced in the question—she’s also been wanting to see you again, especially after she had been rejected so harshly by her boss.

you shake your head. “no, just wanted to see my favorite worker in the police force.”

“yeah sure.” she groans, “how are your injuries?”

“aw, you care about me?” it comes out as almost a chuckle.

“never mind.” jihyo says, rolling her eyes playfully. a laugh leaves your lips and it’s a heartwarming moment, but it's strange to the both of you because you’re spiderwoman, a whole ‘criminal’ in jihyo’s apartment and you converse as if you’re two good friends. 

“my injuries have been healing well,” you begin, “they closed up three days after you patched me up, it’s like they weren’t even there—kinda,” you explain. maybe you were lying a bit, there was still that faint scar that most people get after getting cut (in this case, you were cut much more than the average person would've been). the detective sits up from her seat and looks at the vigilante wide-eyed, her brows furrowing, and eyes narrowing as she looks at you in disbelief.

“are you serious? let me see, there’s no way.”

“hey, woah woah, usually women would take me out to dinner before they undress me.” you tease, laughing to yourself and jihyo knows you have that stupid grin on your face—though, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to see it again.

jihyo crosses her arms then leans back into the beige couch, you’re unbelievable.

(her heart warms up a little, she's extremely intrigued.)

“what are you here for? there’s no way you broke into my apartment for no reason.” jihyo probes, and she says it with such authority that it kind of makes you nervous, her tone makes you tense—it's kind of hot.

“the lizard thing,” you mutter, “i wasn’t there in time to stop him from hurting all those people.”

there’s a sudden guilt that takes over—the whole mood of the room shifts slightly, but you compose yourself even as your jaw tenses. the floor suddenly looks a bit more appealing now because you’re doing anything to not look at the detective before you, feeling at fault.

“you can’t save all of them, i know how it feels.” jihyo mutters softly, her voice is deeply comforting and you fold a bit. “did you manage to do anything about that giant reptile?”

“no, but i think i know what it is, and how it, well… how it turned into that."

“what? i honestly thought it was a science experiment gone wrong, maybe some lizard accidentally drank something, i don't know, i'm not a scientist. i was actually going to ask the chief's niece since she’s a science genius, very smart.” jihyo shrugs. your mood is lifted again after being complimented, after hearing the words "science genius."

she thinks of your alter ego like that? well, technically spiderwoman is your alter ego, not that nerdy minatozaki industries employee. you hold back a snicker.

“you’re not one hundred percent wrong on the science experiment part, i guess.” 

“can you just get to the point?” jihyo groans.

“alright alright,” you make your way over to jihyo, standing slightly closer to the tired detective and leaning against the wall. “i’m this way because i’m technically a science experiment gone wrong, but at least i’m not a hideous monster. anyway, i got bit by this spider, it wasn’t a normal one, it was more of a science experiment that turned me into one.”

jihyo quirks a brow. “so you’re actually a spider?” 

“well, no detective.” you scoff, “do i look like i have eight legs? well if i were a guy maybe i’d have three-”

“i hate you.” jihyo complains, “so much.”

“sorry sorry, it was funny.” you joke (you have the humor of a thirteen-year-old). “anyway, that spider basically lets me shoot webs out of my wrists, climb walls, stick to things, a sixth sense? hmm, i think i'm missing something...oh! i can turn invisible too-”

“you can what?” jihyo says in utter disbelief. you just keep surprising her more and more with every word that escapes your mouth.

“i can turn invisible yeah yeah whatever, it's cool i guess—but that’s enough about me. what i'm trying to say is that i’m a science experiment gone right and that lizard is one that went wrong.”

“harsh," she murmurs, but she's entertained by your amusing little explanation, "but how so? how do you know you won't go wrong?” and now jihyo’s really interested in your little backstory.

“that's a harsh way to put it detective." you pout, but continue nonetheless. "well, i didn’t turn into a spider and i ended up with some fun little abilities. this guy must’ve gotten bitten by a lizard or something? i don’t know, but instead of getting some cool fun powers, he became the lizard. i’d be crying on the ground if i were a were-lizard, must suck.” you finally explain. jihyo giggles at your last little remark.

“so what do you think we can do? how does this help at all?” the detective’s head tilts, and you think to yourself, humming for added effect.

“it’s probably like a werewolf, just without the full moon. maybe it will turn back to normal again?"

“and what if it’s permanent?” jihyo adds. 

you shake your head, “a giant lizard can’t fit into many places without being noticed.” you respond, “i think if i can lure it or something, maybe even capture it with my webs—we can wait for it to change back: we can stop it from killing any others.”

jihyo nods and you both take a moment to consider. 

the detective’s face lights up as she figures out a plan, and she almost laughs thinking about how this is everything the chief had told her not to do. she didn’t care though, this was the best option, the most effective one (and she also just wanted an excuse to work with you more often).

“there’s going to be a ceremony soon for that incident, three days from now i think. i bet you that lizard is going to sabotage it.”

“elaborate,”

jihyo's brows crease again, “half the police force is going to be there, including some civilians. if i were a hungry, ugly, big reptile, i think'd target that for sure.”

“glad you’re not a reptile because who knows what you’re capable of.” and jihyo scoffs at your response. “you’d probably be a small reptile though.” you exaggerate that last remark by putting your hand out, pretending to compare your height with her; detective park narrows her eyes again, and you think she might consider turning you in soon.

“how can i let you know when to show up? what if you’re not there in time again?”

you shrug your shoulders. “i’ll be there. i have my ways.” 

“you’re so ominous it’s annoying.” park scoffs,

“just admit that you want to take me out on a date, i know you want to know more~ i mean personally, i’m up for it.” you smirk. "what about something simple, a coffee date? i'm a latte person-"

“i’ll take you out and turn you in soon,” she scoffs. you simply laugh at her response and make your way to the opened window to leave, much to jihyo’s disappointment (she kind of (really) enjoyed your stupid flirting and company).

“it’s a date then?” the tone of your voice is filled with hope, excitement, and wonder. your tone is extremely inviting. “maybe you can undress me after since you've seemed so eager,” you add with a chuckle. "i'm not against skipping to that part." 

jihyo is about to get up to actually chastise you, even if her cheeks are flushed and her heart skips a beat. she really can’t believe you’re putting the image of a naked spiderwoman in her head right now, she doesn’t even know who you are or what you look like under that suit and mask—except for the bottom half of your face—but fuck you're really making her want to.

you leave before she can do anything, or even respond.

-

“dear, you have to come, it’s respectful and i know you’re free today.”

how the hell are you supposed to swing in to save the day as spiderwoman at the ceremony when you’re also being forced to sit near the big, buff chief and his highest-ranking men?

as much as you’d like to argue, you really can’t win this argument because that would make you sound like a really big asshole for not attending a ceremony for the injured and dead. would you be a bigger asshole for not being able to save them at that same ceremony? you’ll figure it out (you hope).

you’re not able to win an argument with the 6’4 tall, incredibly built chief of police, you'd never be able to in this type of situation. 

now, you stand in front of the mirror buttoning up a white dress shirt to cover the little spider-shaped device that turns into a suit. the person in the mirror is looking at you with eyes that say “please don’t fuck this up” 

you stare back with a look that responds: “trying my best.”

how the hell are you going to be two people at the same time, same place, while being near the people who hate your guts? 

-

the venue is this random building a couple of minutes down the street from the police station.

various tables with white cloth surrounded by brown chairs are scattered across the room; there are already people dispersed across the room in their respective areas, chatting with each other. your uncle leaves your side and decides it’s okay to leave you in a place filled with strangers, great.

as you wander around the room some people seem to recognize you by the way they greet you so warmly. various people who you’ve seen once, or maybe twice greet you formally; you blame your uncle for why you’re being treated like someone with slight authority.

you’re finally alone about ten minutes later at the drink station and you fill your plastic cup with some iced lemon water. it’s a little less overwhelming in the mellow corner, away from the people who are a little too lively for the reason it’s even being held. 

“hey.” a voice says, and you flinch, spilling some water on the dress shirt you have on. jihyo stands there next to you after tapping on your shoulder and making you look like a fool. 

you pat down your shirt with the napkin on the table, “hi.” you respond, trying to sound a little leveled.

“did i scare you? sorry about the shirt, let me help.”

“just startled, haha.” you wish you could be as smooth as spiderwoman would in this interaction. jihyo helps you out by grabbing a napkin and patting at your chest, she’s literally patting near your boobs and your face is probably red from the way she does it so obliviously. spiderwoman would probably, no–she'd definitely be making a comment about jihyo wanting to be near your chest–something like that.

“so, how is everything so far?”

“it’s just really strange.” you sigh, finally patting down the button up dry, there’s just a big patch of water that hasn’t dried off yet. “i feel a little too respected.” 

jihyo laughs and you feel a smile tugging at your lips.

“well, if i didn’t know your uncle as personally as i do now–i’d probably be the same.” jihyo confesses. “your uncle can be scary.” and she exaggerates the last remark by widening her eyes and raising her brows slightly. you laugh.

“and if you didn’t know me personally?”

“well, i’d be a bit skeptical of how this tall, striking woman had spilled water all over her chest just from me tapping on her shoulder.” jihyo jokes. 

“you think i’m striking?” and you send her a grin. the grin sends a shiver down her spine and the detective pauses in her place as she watches the way your lips curl, almost identical to the vigilante's stupid grin. jihyo is a bit shaken up from the similarity and it takes her a bit to respond. 

“a little.” she admits. 

ever since you had met jihyo, something in that interaction sparked a casual friendship. a friendship that was so similar to one between people who had known each other in college, or maybe something close to that.

it always started with comforting, regular greetings, and there wasn't any awkward small talk. there was slight joking here and there, some teasing remarks, small ‘gossip’ about your uncle and anyone else that you two knew. it was a refreshing and friendly relationship that you had with jihyo—even some mutual attraction; in fact, you’re the reason jihyo had been hesitant to flirt with spiderwoman, she would be lying if she said she didn’t have a slight crush on you—though it could never work out—your uncle would kill her (probably).

“you know what my uncle said to me earlier? he’s a strange one.” 

“and what was it?”

“he told me to sock any guy that tried to ask me out, it’s so weird.” and it really is, because everyone here is present for the events that took place a couple of days ago. why would it be someone’s first instinct to ask out the niece of the chief?

jihyo laughs at your remark, shaking her head. “honestly, i’d listen to him. the guys in the force that are single can be pretty strange.”

you nod in agreement, “yeah… what was his name… mark? he asked me out with the worst pickup line i’ve ever heard. something like ‘usually coffee is the thing that wakes up my senses, you seem like you’d wake them up too.’ the laugh i had to hold back…” 

jihyo laughs upon hearing that very amusing information (which, she’ll likely use against her colleague). “he’s like that.” 

the conversation is cut short when you hear the noise of someone tapping against a microphone. a familiar voice is heard throughout the room, it’s one of the sergeants who had welcomed you so warmly: taeyong. the guy seemed young for his position, maybe 3-4 years older than you, all you knew was that he was young for someone so highly ranked.

he cleared his throat before speaking. “welcome everyone. we’d like to thank every guest for attending.” 

jihyo taps your shoulder and tilts her head to signal you to a table, just so you two can look like you’re listening. the two of you pull chairs out and sit at a small, round table that seems to be unoccupied. jihyo scans the room subtly, there was one thought that had been occupying her mind the entire time she had been in the venue: where is spiderwoman?

the detective knew that the lizard showing up wasn’t necessarily guaranteed, but she sort of wished it were. she wanted to see you, even if it meant a giant lizard barging in.

park jihyo should not be thinking of this. maybe the chief thought you could've been a bad influence, jihyo believes you might be a terrible one with how she's thinking right now.

-

taeyong had been finishing up his speech, that’s about the same time the low, goosebump-inducing rumble was heard and felt. 

the entire building trembled.

jihyo looks around frantically, this should be your cue to show up, this should be your time to swing in and piss off the officers.

this should be the time she gets to see you again. 

to be fair, you had shown up, just not as your little arachnid alter ego. just yourself, though jihyo didn’t know that. 

the building shudders again and overwhelms all your senses, and everyone in the room. goosebumps creep up your back, and your so-called “sixth sense” starts acting up.

all the guests who had been in the venue started to chatter quietly; hushed whispers and sudden panic filled the room. the building shakes again and everyone seems to get the message that this isn’t normal, that something is happening and the fact that they don’t know what the hell is happening disturbs them greatly. worry and fear start to crowd the room when a piece of the ceiling falls, it makes you instinctively scan the room—keeping your guard up.

“y/n,” jihyo mutters. she’s observing the space with her narrowed eyes, the other cops seem to overlook with caution too. “stay close.” 

“what’s going on?” you question, but you know the answer to your query as soon as another piece of the ceiling falls over and splits into pieces, leaving some dust. jihyo looks at you for a second, panic and worry in her eyes. all you can think is: i need to get out of this damn place.

taeyong turns around and as soon as he does the wall in front of him completely breaks down. the enormous (and really ugly) lizard invites itself in, emerging (more like barging and breaking in). taeyong falls back, no, he's practically flung away from where he was before; he lands with a blunt thud.

terror fills the room completely. jihyo’s eyes widen at the sight of taeyong on the floor, some blood seeping out of him as he lies there hardly conscious.

the guests scream and run towards the exits while the officers pull out their guns hurriedly and point them at the lizard in sight, their hands quiver and their bodies tremble in fear from just seeing this unbelievable monster. 

you gulp at the sight, it really is an enormous lizard, maybe ten feet tall. the lizard was an ugly, swamp-green shade, it’s really disgusting to look at and its eyes are something out of a nightmare–gross.

 the spider-shaped device under your button-up practically calls out your name, it’s almost screaming in your ear “press me! press me!” and as much as you’d like to listen to it so you could magically turn into a so-called “hero,” you can’t risk people knowing, especially not the cops that are scattered around. 

you’re hidden from a few cops, though it would definitely be noticeable if some random suit had been wrapping around you out of nowhere, someone would notice. despite the commotion that goes on and the panic that's heard from various screams and whimpers, someone would certainly notice the chief’s niece turning into the “friendly neighborhood spiderwoman!”

and that wouldn’t be good, especially if your uncle found out.

there are two options: run away with jihyo and let her find out about your little secret, or let people die. you don't have much time to think—or plan for that matter—maybe you can risk letting jihyo know, it’s about time. it’s your last resort anyway, 

shit.

a groan leaves your mouth and you scan the room impatiently—there are broken chairs, tables, and debris all over—you’re trying to think of how you’ll escape this very inconvenient situation. you spot the sign that says “restrooms” from the corner of your eye and quickly pull jihyo by the arm, rushing over. jihyo’s expression turns into one of surprise and confusion, she looks at you with worry and furrowed brows while you drag her, almost debating whether she should fight against your grip on her.

“what the hell are you doing?” jihyo questions, looking at you distressed as she hears a sudden high-pitched scream and another sharp, loud sound from outside. your fingers work at the button-up you wear, and jihyo quickly turns away as you do so, “y/n? what the hell is wrong with you? why are you stripping now? we have to help-”

“fuck, jihyo.” you mutter, and you give up as you rip the dress shirt open, showing your bra-covered chest. this is not the time for jihyo to be checking you out right now, but shit, your body is like a magnet—one with toned abs and an incredibly satisfying physique that pulls her look towards it. you glance at the quivering bathroom door and continue, “i can’t explain everything now, but i swear i will soon, and please don’t get mad at me. there’s too much going on and i just, i have to go.”

“what the hell do you-” jihyo starts, but her question is quickly answered as you press on the spider logo.

your suit stems out from it and covers your body in seven fleeting seconds. the familiar suit covers your body, and she realizes it's you. her eyes widen and her mouth opens slightly, she looks at you in such shock and nearly stumbles back. 

“i told you i’d be here,” you say. jihyo is left speechless, though she manages to choke out a broken, stuttered response to your "big reveal."

“y/n, you- what the hell?” 

“let’s talk later yeah? help gather the people that aren’t cops, bring them somewhere safe,” you say, and jihyo is still baffled by everything that just happened at the last minute. you put a hand on her shoulder and start again. “jihyo?”

“you can't just, you can't just leave like that? you can't-” 

"i have to help them, detective," you say. your eyes lock with hers as if they could convey a certain understanding.

"god y/n, you... you have to explain everything, i swear to god." she manages to sputter out. you nod at her,

"it's a date then, on me." you joke, trying to lighten the mood and calm her nerves so she can assist you in dealing with this situation. now jihyo knows it's really you. the detective watches you leave the bathroom quickly, though you stop at the door to give her a small thumbs up before departing.

jihyo is at a loss for words—she's not even sure if all her senses are working properly. there's too much to process, but the detective has to do her job, she has to try and save these people, she's going to do what you told her to do.

detective park can do this, detective park can overcome anything, detective park can do her job and compose herself—so that's what she does, and she's completely disregarding whatever the chief had said a couple of days prior:

jihyo is going to work with spiderwoman, she's going to do what spiderwoman says.

#kpop x reader #twice imagines #twice x reader #jihyo x reader #jihyo imagines #park jihyo #twice jihyo

[emerxshiu]

FORGOTTEN LAND'S SECOND ANNIVERSARY :3

I AM SOOOO BACK

I started this drawing yesterday around afternoon and finished it just a few minutes earlier.

I went with a messier type of drawing instead of more clean like the elfilin one from yesterday, i find it fun doing it like this, mostly cause i dont have to worry about making it perfectly so i dont get as frustrated as normal. Id place this one as my second best digital drawing. im pretty sure i havent posted what i consider my best digital drawing here, tho i do have it in instagram, i might post it here one day, tho these two are way too tied up, i love how this came out, its not exactly like how i imagined it but its really close to it, and also itd say that since i dont tend to play around lighting that much, this was such a joy to draw and i cant help but stare at it a lot, at least until i start hating it because i made quite a lot of errors. i also changed my elfilis gijinka just a tad bit from last time, but its not that big of a difference, mostly.

ofc i had to draw elfilis for forgotten land's anniversary, i tend to deny it in my head but yeah they're my fave of the kirby characters even tho i hate them a bit. I wanted to draw some more doodles, like, elfilis eating cake, kirby car, a bunch of other stuff (not elfilin cuz i already drew him yesterday) but when i tried i couldnt draw anything more, guess this drawing burned me out a lot, huh?

you can definitly tell i spent all the efforts on him cuz if you look a bit closer to the bottom part you'll see its almost barely detailed, but i mean, they're the focus so make sense i guess for me not add that much detail there. um also, maybe because i dunno i had OVER 130 LAYERS jeez no wonder firealpaca was slowing down so much, i need to manage my layers better next time, tho i did do something i keep forgetting, wich is naming them (most of them at least) that was a real life saver

Also, antares (fecto elfilis' spear/cadaceus), as always, was a pain to draw, but this time its probably been draw the most accurate out of every other drawing ive made with it in it, i didnt notice it was like, a little curved when it reached the blade

some close ups since his face is a bit hard to see

silly :3

fun fact! actually, this is technically a redraw, somewhere around between february and march i started a fecto elfilis drawing for the first anniversary, but i couldnt finish it in time, and i never finished it

thats...quite the improvement! (i remember being so proud of it)

also his wings are like that cuz i did not want to draw the pattern, its way too hard, i literally copy pasted it, wait, i was talking about the 2024 version but i looked at the 2023 one and i just noticed it also has the pattern copy pasted, i guess some stuff never changes since i still abuse the ctrl+c ctrl+v to this day

Also i ended up making a huge error there, i was planing to add the phantom spears from orbital pulsar (the attack he does first when you battle them at lab discovera) but theres an innacuracy, when they do the attack, they always close their eyes, i had actually sketched him (well i mean both these drawings are basically the first sketch (2023) or second sketch(2024) with some color, shadows and lighting. i didnt do lineart in the 2024 one cuz i wanted to be a bit like the og i made (too bad i sketched that one with black since the og was sketched with white due to me drawing the bg first)) with his eyes closed but them decided to make them open for a reason i cant remember, maybe i thought itd look nicer? idk

ive had the idea of redrawing this for quite some month now so it was kinda already planned

background cuz i think it came out really pretty

doesnt have the little stars since without elfilis and the structures it looks fucked up. the actual sky in game is more blue, but the clouds have some orange, in the 2023 ver. i made the sky orange, and in the 2024 ver i wanted it more accurate, but i didnt wanna loose the orange sky, so i did a gradient. pretty...

also here's a screenshot i took when i was like halfway trough it, its barely noticeable but i changed his mouth in the final drawing

I really love katfl, like a buncha whole lot, its basically almost my first mainline kirby game. 100% the demo, finished the game in almost one day, i literally play it monthly, like, every month i put the card in my switch, start it up, get morpho sword, and go shred elfilis in lab discovera. i would probably not even be here on tumblr and the kirby fandom if it werent for it. and i love it so much i genuinly cannot express how much i like it and treasure it with words or anything

Thank you for reading my unnecesarily long rambles lol

I hope i'll post tomorrow and dont forget like usual

Jambuhbye!

#art #fanart #kirby #kirby fanart #kirby gijinka #silly #digital art #firealpaca #fecto elfilis #fecto elfilis gijinka #my wife fecto elfilis and his new drip #yep changed them again #fecto elfilis lives in my head rent free 24/7 #fecto elfilis fanart #kirby and the forgotten land #katfl #katfl spoilers #katfl second anniversary #kirby and the forgotten land second anniversary #katfl fanart #kirby and the forgotten land fanart #please reach a lot of people i spent way too much effort on this drawing #kirby series #kirby elfilis #kirby of the stars #:3333 #:3 #digital artist #artists on tumblr #small artist

[kittycathat]

LGBTQIABCDEFJ is not real just stop. It's made up acronym that is rarely used outside of tumblr. Queer is not an identity its just an adjective. most intersex people explicitly state they do not consider themselves lgbt. Most lgbt people do not want to associate with aro and aces. And most lgbt in the real world living normal lives and not chronically online have little to no contact or knowledge of asexuals we literally dont care. Ur existence is so insignificant offline and if we ever met a self proclaimed aroace het cis man we would probably make sure we never had to associate with him again. Ur not gay just give it up and go live a normal life. Ur a single cis person. U either dont have the emotional capacity to love someone or u are sex repulsed and dont want to have a relationship with someone either way thats just normal and there are plenty of people like that we dont really care if u want to be alone all ur life just leave actual struggling gay people alone and shutup about ur stupid discourse no one cares except urselves.

That is true, the acronym is actually LGBTQIA (with variations,) not LGBTQIABCDEFJ. /sarc

but anyways hi anon! Theres a lot to unpack here

about "lgbtqia is rarely used outside of tumblr": that's the problem, bc we want it to be

about "its not an identity just an adjective": not quite sure what you're on, bc it literally is

about intersex people: this goes against what you just said, and supports that "queer" is an identity even more?? because these intersex people are choosing whether they identify as queer or not

about lgbtqia people not wanting to associate aro or ace people: bro if these are people you actually know irl, please find new friends. Find friends who actually support normal who are living their lives, just without romantic and/or sexual attraction.

about me being chronically online: anon.... i dont think you can talk after you typed out this whole thing as an attempt to make me feel bad... but ok. (also not very related but anonymous hate is a very very pathetic thing to do)

about asexuality being not well known: Also not sure what rock you live under but asexuality is pretty well known??? like the average person (at least where i live) will most likely know what it is.

about cishet aroace men: .. ok but why would i not want to associate with him? plus everyone lgbtqia is "self proclaimed" so idk bro

about not having "emotional capacity": bro what the hell do you want me to do,, i've literally never felt romantic attraction in my life

about "there are plenty of people like that": People might not want to be in romantic relationships for a number of reasons, but if it's because they don't feel romantic attraction... then they're aro-spec. Thank you for supporting the aro community by saying it's normal <333

about "we dont really care if u want to be alone all ur life": bro its the internet if you don't like what i'm talking about just SCROLL

about leaving "actual struggling gay people" alone: .. when did i do anything against gay people? Plus if you're trying to stop hate... why did you anonymously send a literal hate essay to me

about "ur not gay just live a normal life": omg you got something right!! i'm actually not gay!! (so proud of you <3) Also i do live a normal life, i am so basic you can't even imagine

about no one caring: well you see.. thats the problem. that's part of why i post about aromanticism, because i want people to be actually supportive

anyways! tysm for reading all that. please be civil in comments, and be kind to everyone guys <3

#aromantic #asexual #lgbtqia #aroace #aromanticism #aro #asexuality #anon #ask #hate #aphobia #non sam aro #lgbtq #queer #tumblr #help me out here #anon hate #arophobia #amatonormativity #aro discourse #long post

[popsickless]

Neuvillette - part 2 --------------------

coat, spare compass, hair clips, eyeliner and your bag. Shit you have your bag. The stress was high this morning. Rummaging around your house completely forgetting how you got ready with the same routine you had for the past 8 years. Why was today different? Theres been plenty of times where your schedule had been thrown off and you dealt with it like a badass.

"For god sake...my badge.." sighing to yourself, dropping the bag and running back upstairs for 'fontaine community helper badge.' Something youve been proud of since the day you got it. From Chevreuse herself. Just about to head out the door you stop once again. "My bag." You felt like punching yourself in the head.

Rushing through the city of fontaine, the day seemed quite pleasant today. Sure you were stressed, acting like the whole world was about to collapse, the whether was just unimaginably beautiful.

There had only been one time where you were in Neuvillettes Office. Months ago. With a huge group of people. What if this time is different. What if its just you and him? Like you care, he probably just wants a quick chat about yesterday. Finally making the destination, the huge blue pearl doors open with ease. Melusines protecting the perimeter of the entrance.

"Good morning guys" you smile to the cute elements. The melusine smiles back brightly, his pink fur shining from the reflection of the sun. He bows his head and accompanies you to the front desk, where you was met by another melusine.

The melusine at the front desk 'dena' greets you. "Ahh you're here because neuvillette requested you." Dena smiles, and writes your name down on the clipboard wedged up by a pencil case on the desk.

She gets up from her seat as she comes round. Her big eyes look up at you, glittering with happiness. "I will fetch monsieur neuvillette, he might take some time. Would you like to take a seat" she gestures towards the seating area just across from neuvillettes office door. "Thankyou miss." You smile.

Carefully taking a seat you rest your hand on your lap. How come you're suddenly sitting like youre the most formal person in the world. "Oh my, you're nervous?" A high pitched voice comes from the left of you.

You almost fell off the soft cushioned seat by the sudden voice. You chuckle awkwardly. Which was out of character. Massively. It was the melusine from outside the building.

"You scared me heh.." taking a deep exhale, calming your nerves. The melusine fails to hide his laugh. "Personally i dont think i look that intimidating." The melusine replies. You give a polite smile, glad to have a little company whilst you wait for neuvillette. Your eyes wander down towards the melusines uniform, his name card pinned to the top left of his shirt. "Rowan, thats a nice name, you look like a rowan." You jokingly say, pointing towards the miniscule pinned metal. He chuckles and fidgets with the namecard, tightening the grip on his uniform.

You feel a random palm on your shoulder. The same feeling from yesterday. That could only mean...

"You have made it. That could only mean you recieved my letter." A soothing tone comes from behind you. Your eyes dart to the slender hand on your shoulder. "Neuvillette.."

You both walk towards his office, as Rowan goes back on patrol outside. Dena holds the door for both you. "All thanks Dena, you are free to go have a break if you wish." Neuvillette suggests as he sends the melusine off.

We both watch as she skips joyful towards the exit of the office. The smile from neuvillette could be heard by a mile away. "I was worried the message wouldnt of been sent off in time. Luckily for us both, it was." He states, taking a slow pace towards the fancy cupboard on the right side of his office. You take a moment to look around, it looked pretty much the same, boring fancy glasses, books and tables. Nothing from the usual.

"Yeah...you had my whole schedule off board this morning." You lightly joke, offering yourself a seat on sofas to the other side of his office. He chuckles softly, grabbing a glass bottle from said cupboard. "You are good at handing situation, so i knew it wasnt too much of a bother. In some cases." Neuvillette takes the bottle and unscrews the lid. This little shit was about to have a drink at 10am in the morning. You wasnt having it.

"Didn't take you as a morning drinker, neuvillette." You ask with quite shock, eyeing up the bottle he had in his hand. It was too far away to read the label. He turns, his gaze on yours. "You're from monstatd arent you? Im assuming you know their water is one of the best.." his expression completely doe eyed and polite, per usual.

Your face drops, suddenly the boring fancy books on the shelves were more interesting to look at. Neuvillette makes his way towards the settee and takes a seat next to you. Placing the glass of water, that was in a wine glass by the way, on the dark oaked table. "Not a water lover I assume." His smile is small, and his eyes on you as he asks the question. Thats another thing that irritated you. His soft blue eyes. Making him look like hes innocent and noble.

You shake your head. "I wouldnt say i take my time to try and pick out uneccesery details." laying back on the sofa, keeping my eyes forward. A chuckle was heard from the right. You just knew that idiot was secretly mocking you, like you was dumb, young, not wise enough to understand. "Anyway, you needed me. For what?" You ask, turning your head to the side to look at him. Before speaking neuvillette takes a sip of his water, your eyes on his lips as he slowly savours the clear liquid. Eyes shut softly, head leant back slightly.

Its so elegant, the way he drinks. You take another 5 seconds to look at him before his eyes open again. Not wanting to get caught staring. Not like you was. Why would you do that? You didnt even like him anyway. Just because you both have the same views on melusines and fontains future. Didnt mean jack shit.

"Ah yes, from my intake on yesterdays incident, i assumed-" a long sigh leaves your lips as you interrupt neuvillette. "Im leaving if you're going to start lecturing me on this again." Said in a bratty attitude, you didnt actually mean for it to come out like that.

[Authors note: sorry for suddenly changing tenses. Its easier to write it this way :D enjoy the story ♡]

I could feel neuvillettes dagger eyes from here, he didnt appreciate that tone at all. With a slightly raised tone: "I assumed that you would be a good companion for this next court case." He firmly states. His eyes still peeled on mine. Looking away with shame, my eyes were glued to everywhere else but neuvillettes. "I-im sorry. I shouldn't of butted in." I may be a very straight forward person but ill be the first to take accountability if im in the wrong.

"And you will do everything in your power to make sure it doesn't happen again." Neuvillettes dark tone speaks. The way he said it sent shivers down my spine. Quick to humble me, he always was...

I quickly felt my face go a bright pink, i loved confrontation but receiving it was a completely different story. Neuvillettes tone lowers down, as he takes another sip of the crystal clear water.

I had completely made things awkward now. And feeling so bad about it aswell. He actually wants me to help. To believe in me. But why. Its a waste of time. "A court case..about what." I ask curiously. The vibe had settled down a little after my blip. "You can assist me with the evidence in todays trial against the treasure hoarders." Neuvillette informs. Handing me the glass he was just drinking out of. As if hes offering me something that i can just get from a tap. Without the extra 60,000 mora he probably paid for it.

"Oh yeah, sure ill help. Will chevreuse be on the case as well?" I ask, bringing the glass closer to my lips, i take a gulp of the water. "We could pay her a visit, she can reccomend any help shes willing to give."

I take a glance at his face, whys he giving me that look? Like im an idiot. Once again. Im going to kill this man...

"Did I say something wrong?" I curiously ask. He gives an elegant soft chuckle. "You're drinking the water wrong." This man puzzles me. Its not wine, its water.

Neuvillette leans in and places a hand around the glass of water that i was holding. He slowly brings the cup to my mouth and begins to carefully pour the water. "Open up...Its not about what you drink, its about how you drink it." His voice barely a whisper. Oh my god... why is this man feeding me water. What is he doing? Making my face go red on purpose. Why am i suddenly embarrassed.

His eyes glued to my lips as he watches the water flow through the creases of my lips. "Did that seem to taste any different than before?" He asks innocently, placing the glass back on the table. I cant say anything, im just wide eyed and silent. Neuvillette gives a small smile, "oh my.. your cheeks have gone rosey. Are you unwell?" I cant tell if hes joking or being serious. I cover my cheeks with the ends of my fingers. They felt warm to the touch.

"Maybe its the water you forced down my throat." I scowl slightly. Neuvillette chuckles and pulls a face as if to say 'of course she would reply with something like that.' He stands up and walks towards his desk, reaching a file from one of the drawers. "This is everything we need to know about the case so far, have a look. Then we shall set off." He informs. I take the file and begin to scan through the information.

The paperwork just explained pretty much everything that went on yesterday. "Theres so many details missing?" I announce, pointing towards the ink written words. Neuvillette nods and takes the file back. "Thats why its vital we talk to any witnesses. Including you and Navia. So we shall head there first." He announces, readjusting the collar of his blazer.

#neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x female reader #genshin impact #neuvillette smut #genshin smut #fancition

[amiryllisthorn]

I kinda want to talk about this idiot for a bit. I obviously dont want to talk about Valkyra’s character toooooooooo much since a lot of what is up with her tm is a big part of the game’s narrative, but theres a bit of a different aspect I wanted to talk about.

Valkyra lisiri was a character that was really just an awfully written character. She was this too cool for school didnt need any friends hyper competent soldier who was actually written as a bit of a villain. One who would rather defend the status quo rather than actually try to change anything. It was edgy and over the top and just bleh.

So how did she become the main character in the game I am most focused on? Well what ended up happening is I had a lot of ideas for games at the time, and threw this one together as a bit of a throwaway project with these characters as that I didnt really care for anymore and the idea was to make something short and move on as a bit of a prequel to the thing I actually wanted to work on.

(this sprite is two years old now! but you can see that the general look is still similar)

Well that clearly didnt happen, because the more I worked on this short throw away project the more I thought about what I could actually do with these characters. What I could do to make this setting more mine and not just rip off of sci fi series I liked. And as I wrote more and more the more things changed and were altered  to the point where any of it is barely recognizable anymore-and I love that so MUCH! 

It was no longer a prelude for another game I was working on or this half assed setting but has become something that I am incredibly passionate about! I told my self that I would try to focus on smaller projects but I cant keep myself away from this thing and these characters.

(o7 mech game concept we hardly knew ye-the concept was being on the run as a mech mechanic for a mercenary company where the gameplay revolved around fixing mechs)

While work is going much slower than I would like, due to mostly personal reasons, I really am proud with how things are really starting to come together for this project. I didnt really start focusing actual attention on it till probably the past year or so.

I think part of why this project means so much to me, is that it has taken something from a part of my past self that I dont really like, and made it into I think something far more interesting, far more fun, more technically impressive, and just so much gayer. And these once throwaway characters of little regards, have really become the core focus of the project.

Valkyra  Lisiri went from this heartless action hero who could do anything, to a much more general person, struggling through life and trying her best, and often her best was not enough. Those actions of course having their own painful consequences, that shaped her into the character she now is.

Siane Vokir went from this really bitchy agent of the state to someone who at the drop of a hat gives up everything to fight fascism, someone who now has trouble dealing with her past and people in general, and just so many layers to her character.

The game has been so thoroughly ship of theseus’d that all that really remains of the first like year of work is just some characters  have the same name and maybe a similar appearance, and that is just a fascinating and exciting thing to work with!

(the very first concept drawn up for the game. You can also see the original design for siane)

Anyways this post has gotten a little bit all over the place, but I guess I wanted to share some of this project’s history. I dont talk about the actual details as much as I should whenever I post stuff, because I have a pretty hard time with a lot of this stuff sometimes! I wanted to make posts talking more about the setting and the characters but that kinda got uh forgotten.... well maybe I will get back to that at some point.

if you made it down this far thanks for reading! I really do want to talk about all of these things more, and have been working at it. Maybe ill try to do a weekly post talking about game stuff but no promises, my brain is bad so Ill just leave you with these two nerds.

#long post #project quiet rebirth #game dev #talkin about a lot of stuff #its a bit more rambly than I would like but this is mostly a post talking about my feelings and history of this #I have been really working on the script and sprites and am very happy with how things are looing #much so than any time before

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

Proud

May and June, through the years.

Pairing: platonic familial May & Everybody basically

Word count: 3108

Warnings: Hey Look At Me. Theres some pretty serious homophobia at the beginning of this, and references to homphobia throughout

Notes: part of my Love and Other Fairytales verse, spanning from Abby, Dot, and Larry being teenagers to a little less than a year after Linda’s birth.

for @creativity-no-renewal

thank you to @airiervessel for beta-reading!

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There was a lot May could say about Lazarus Sanders.

None of it was kind.

She hadn’t been angry when she’d found Abigail hiding Laurence in her closet – she’d mostly just been confused. She wasn’t entirely sure she knew what the three of them had going on, and if Abigail was going to give up her disdain for dating for anyone (which May found entirely unlikely) she would have guessed Dorothy before Laurence, who was obviously infatuated with Dorothy himself.

When Larry tumbled out of the closet looking like he’d been crying for hours, she shuffled through the possibilities and came up empty.

“C’mon, up ya get,” she said gruffly, helping him to his feet, “Abigail, did you kidnap the poor boy? The hell is going on?”

Larry, in a rather uncharacteristic move, shrugged off her hands harshly, darted across the room, and- hid.

Hid, behind Abby, like he was- like he was afraid of May.

“Hey, baby,” she said, raising her hands non-threateningly, “What’s wrong? Are ya alright?”

Abby turned and whispered something to Larry, pressing her forehead almost to his temple. Larry looked on the verge of a fresh round of tears, and Drusilla climbed out of Abby’s shirt pocket to clamor up the fabric and onto Larry’s shoulder.

“Promise?” she made out Larry whispering.

“I swear,” said Abby fiercely, “And I can take ‘er if not.”

May recoiled a little. There was a very, very short list of things that Larry could do that she might get genuinely angry at him for, and fewer still that would make him this terrified to tell her. She flipped through them frantically, her heart rate picking up.

“Larry, baby, I need you to tell me straight right now,” she said cautiously, “Do I need to deal with a body?”

Larry actually barked a wet, startled laugh.

“Uh. No,” he choked, “You know, uh. Unless Poppop makes good on the threat to shoot me if he sees me again.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, well, you might want to wait until I tell ya why, in case you agree with him.”

“Laurence Sanders,” she said, some part of her heart crumpling like wadded up trash, “There is not a goddamn thing on this earth you could do that would make me hurt you.”

Larry swallowed hard, and Abby squeezed his hand; he curled into her in spite of having a good six inches advantage, and May wanted to wrap him in knitted things.

“He… found some stuff,” he said, wincing, “You know, like… embarrassing teen boy stuff, please don’t make me say it.”

“He threatened to kill you over smut rags?” she said incredulously.

“No,” said Larry, laughing bitterly, “He threatened to kill me over gay smut rags.”

“… Oh.”

May was ashamed to admit it, but she did blank out a bit. She’d never met a gay – she didn’t really think they even existed this far out of the city. She had a better understanding of the mechanics than most – she was very thorough when giving sexual education to idiot teenagers who were liable to stick their bits damn near anywhere they’d fit – but that was about it. “How to Talk to a Gay Kid” had never been something she’d gone about making a script up for. She was also scrambling to figure out what exactly was going on with Larry and Dot if Larry was gay - she’d been pretty sure, but maybe not-?

“I’ll leave with him,” blurted Abby furiously, shoving Larry further behind her, “If you make him leave I’ll go with him and you’ll never see me again and I’ll make yer life hell from three states away, Momma, I swear I will-”

“Calm down, ya hot-headed little shit,” said May, back on surer footing in the face of Abby jumping the gun like a fool, “No one is leaving. I’m taking a minute to process but let’s make that damn clear.”

“I- No one-?” said Larry, and god, what an awful expression; hope buried under layer after layer of misery, a baby bird too afraid to break the rest of the shell and face the snake.

“No one,” she said, firmer, settling in herself, “I don’t really know what ya need from me right now, baby, I’ll be honest. But you can stay long as you need, and if your granddad comes around I’ll put a bullet in ‘im. Sound doable?”

May had an armful of teenage boy then, and that settled that.

---

Abby had set up this little… picnic. There was only the four of them (Larry, with Abigail and and Dorothy there for moral support and May there for security), the little picnic table covered in knick knacks (crocheted miniature flags, a tub of pins, stacks of hand-drawn pamphlets that they’d had to buy their own printer to copy because no copyshop would let them in) and Jax, circling above and behind. The pamphlets weren’t anything special; black and white, L-G-B-T and a page to explain each that May had had to surreptitiously swipe one of and read rather than put Larry through the misery of explaining what exactly his… situation was when he clearly found the topic very embarrassing. She was pretty sure he was the B, but she wouldn’t say anything until she at least overheard something to that effect.

May sat a bit away from the kids. They were excited – flush and adrenalined with the excitement of doing something they shouldn’t, high on their defiance. May could give them the space for that.

They were just kids. They were old enough to know they were rebelling, to know Lazarus had meant what he said about killing Larry, to know that they were in danger.

And yet still young enough that Abby’s Momma and a twelve-gauge were enough to set them dizzy with victory, make them feel untouchable even in broad daylight, in full view of a road that was gathering increasingly gawking traffic. Some folks drove past four or five times, gaping or glaring or flipping them off. Jax circled the treeline, looking out for anyone sneaking up from the back, and May kept a white-knuckled grip on the shotgun and her eyes glued to the road.

No one stopped. Nobody had the balls or the stupid to face May Gage at her worst, and May was just fine with that. If they could get through this with just the threat alone, she’d be well pleased.

When someone finally crossed that line, she knew it was definitely stupid and not balls.

She stood from her chair, hefting the shotgun, and turned to the kids.

“You hear a shot fire, you run,” she said, “No heroics. You follow Jax back to the house and you lock up and you do not open the door for even god himself, you understand me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Abby, steel in her eyes. Larry was looking over May’s shoulder, his face ashen.

“Larry,” she said, “If there’s one thing your granddad is, it's a grand ol’ coward. I can take him.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said tremulously.

May turned, stalking across the field toward the incoming column of fury that was Lazarus Sanders.

“What the hell is this?” he demanded, “May fucking Gage and her degeneracy again, your feminism turning my boy into a damn sissy-”

“Let me make this quick,” said May, “You’re gonna leave. You’re gonna let my babies have their picnic. You’re gonna never speak to any of ‘em, ever again. And if you don’t, I am gonna kill you, Laz, and I ain’t even gonna feel bad about it.”

“You threatening me, Gage?”

“I damn well am,” said May, “On my life, on God, on Eve and all her daughters, if you raise a single hand to my kids for the rest of your life, I will put you in the fuckin’ ground, Lazarus Sanders.”

Jax finished his third circuit around them, high over their heads, and even Laz wasn’t stupid enough to not notice the June warm climbing to August blood-hot. Jax swooped down to land behind her, wings spread wide, and Lazarus paled like the cowering dog he was.

“You,” he hissed, furious and terrified, “You did this. Possessed him with your- your devil worship!”

“Larry is the sweetest boy who ever lived in this town, no thanks to you,” said May, “If he’s possessed, may we all be so lucky.”

Lazarus’s eyes bugged out of his head, and apparently that was just too much for him. He turned tail and booked it for his car, and May waited until it was full out of sight before she turned to walk back to the kids.

Dorothy was looking at her with wide, astonished eyes, like May had summoned lightning or something, and Abby looked as smug as a Gage ought to.

May turned to Larry, only to find him already half in her arms, bullying under a damn shotgun like an idiot and hiding his face in her neck, shoulders shaking under her hands.

Well. She’d give him the gun safety lecture after the hug then.

---

Dot and Larry had been running the pride picnic long before their falling out, and May had to admit that she’d missed it. It hadn’t gotten much bigger by then, but it had fairly exploded in the past five or so years. Sure, there were still grousing folks, even a few protesters a handful of times, but even that had died down once May came back with the shotgun in tow once more.

She’d sat a bit further away this time, not without ulterior motive. She was glad she did – Roman, Patton, and Logan ran their own little mini-booths apiece, and Virgil would have been alone if not for the spot saved just for him next to her.

“Seems odd.” he muttered.

“How so?”

“To celebrate something like that,” said Virgil, “I mean... is it like the difference between Seelie and Unseelie, for humans? Or more like springs and summers?”

“Is what?” said May, furrowing her brow, “Sexuality?”

“Yes.”

He was looking up at her with those big, wide-set purple eyes. He was tall and gaunt, no baby fat left on him, but he still had the knobby-limbed gangliness of a teenager, looking a bit like he’d been stretched like taffy too quickly. She didn’t know if he’d fill out over the next few years, if he’d age with her boys. His head was tilted so like Logan’s, his fingertips gripping the hem of her skirt as if to ground himself. The Lord of the Forest, clinging to a grandma’s skirt, nervous around a bunch of strangers.

He was just a kid. And May ought to tell him the truth.

But it was a happy day. And something cold and miserable curled up in her belly at the thought of the way his face would crumple if she told him that some – a lot – of the world hated his boyfriends, for no good reason at all.

“Everybody loves a good party,” said May, shrugging.

Virgil nodded, accepting her explanation easily, and May swallowed the guilt like she did everything else.

“Mamaw!”

May looked up at Roman, who was out of breath and flushed pink, beaming and holding out a pamphlet.

“Okay, so- I know this is weird,” said Roman, “But- Dot said- Dot said she thought Mom would have used it if she'd heard it and I know it's not really cool to speculate on people's identities but I thought- I thought maybe it's a bit different? Because you knew her, and I was wondering, if- what you thought. Maybe.”

“Hm,” said May, nodding, “I have no goddamn idea what ya just asked me.”

Roman laughed nervously, and held out a little green, purple, and black pamphlet. May vaguely recognized the colors from a couple of the flags up, though she’d never bothered to keep track of them. She remembered that first little picnic with Dot and Larry and Abby arguing over which of the rainbows they ought to be using, eight or seven or six stripes, and she’d thought it was silly then and she thought it was silly now.

“Do you think Mom- do you think Mom would have identified as aroace, if she’d known the terms?” said Roman, his voice small, “Do you... do you think she would have been queer, too?”

May skimmed the pamphlet... and a lead ball dropped right into her belly.

Aromantic...asexual... lack of attraction... sex repulsion...

May was old. Old enough she’d thought she was just about unflappable – that she’d seen too much of the world to get caught off guard.

Her baby. Always managing to surprise her, even beyond the grave.

“Yeah, baby,” said May, handing it back to him and for once thanking the shake in her hands that never left, giving her an excuse if either of them noticed, “That sounds like my girl.”

Roman beamed, swooping in to kiss her cheek and pressing the pamphlet to his chest.

May decided she was gonna tell him more stories. It hurt, it hurt more than almost anything, to talk about Abigail, to talk about the baby she’d loved with every cell in her body and betrayed and lost without ever the chance to apologize. To make it right. Abigail died angry at her and she deserved it.

But Roman deserved this. To know her, as best he could. To know how alike they were, how much she saw pieces of Abby embedded in him like crystals on a fresco. May’s pain would have to take second fiddle to that.

Virgil set his head on May’s thigh, and she rested her hand on his head as Roman trotted back to his booth with a spring in his step.

Anything. Anything, for her kids.

---

“What’s that one?”

“That’s the demisexual flag,” said Roman, “Your Papa is demisexual. It means not feeling attracted to someone until you already love them.”

“And that one?”

“That’s the genderqueer flag! Avaun Ellie is genderqueer, and so is Vati, a little bit.”

“That doesn’t sound like Vati’s gender,” said Linda, wrinkling her nose at the flag.

“That’s why I said only a little bit,” said Roman, bouncing her a bit on his knee. May listened with half her attention, the other half on Brian in the bassinet next to her as she jingled his little teething keys.

“Vati’s gender doesn’t really fit any of the ones humans have named,” Roman continued, “Because he grew up among the fae, and not among humans.”

“That makes sense.”

“So he says that agender and genderqueer are closest to his gender, and he likes just ‘queer’ for his sexuality. They aren’t perfect words for him, but they don’t bother him, so he uses them for conversations with humans.”

“What about you?”

“I’m a queer gay man,” said Roman, “That means I’m a man who likes other men.”

“But Vati’s not a man?”

“Ah but that’s where the queer comes in!” said Roman, tickling her stomach and making her giggle, “We aren’t supposed to fit into the words; the words are supposed to fit us! I know Vati’s not a man, but the word ‘gay’ is important to me, and Vati doesn’t mind. I use it because it feels good to me and makes me happy, not because I fit the dictionary definition perfectly.”

“That makes sense,” said Linda, “Like how you’re not really a prince cuz you're a consort but Papa and Daddy and Vati call you Princey anyway cuz it makes you smiley.”

Roman laughed aloud, and May cracked a smile too.

“Yes, exactly.”

“What about the green and black and white one over there?”

“That’s aromantic,” said Roman, “Like... well, like my mom.”

“You have a mom?”

The pause lasted just a touch too long, and May ached.

“I did,” said Roman softly, “She passed away when I was very little.”

“And she was aro-mat-ic?”

“Aromantic, yes,” said Roman, “It means someone who doesn't experience romantic attraction.”

“How’d she have a baby if she didn’t have a husband?”

“Stubbornness,” muttered May, and Roman laughed.

“I wish I could tell you more,” said Roman, “But I don’t actually know much about aromanticism, it’s never come up. The only aromantic person I ever knew was my mom, and I don’t remember her.”

May was old. Older everyday. More forgetful too – there were some things even the fae couldn’t delay, the slow creeping away of her memory being one of them.

She might not have many more chances to say it.

“Roman,” she said, shifting in her wheelchair, “Gimme.”

Roman blinked, startled, and turned to Linda.

“Do you want to sit with Mamaw?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, be gentle.”

Linda was, ginger and feather-light as down as she crawled over the armrest to sit in May’s lap. May breathed her fruit-and-earth smell, and steeled herself.

“... Mamaw?” said Roman softly.

“Actually, baby,” she croaked, “I’m aromantic.”

Roman stiffened, but Linda perked up curiously.

“How’d you get a baby without a husband?”

“I did have a husband,” said May, “I got my baby the usual way.”

“Why’d you have a husband, if you didn’t love him?”

May breathed around the lump, in through the nose, out through the mouth.

“You see this festival, all around ya?” she said gently, gesturing around, “How it’s a big party, and most everyone in town comes, and we’re all happy?”

“Yeah?”

“It wasn’t always like this,” said May, “It used to be scary, to be different this way. People might hurt ya. And so nobody talked about it if they could help it. When I got married, it was because I was lonely, and I thought that if he loved me, and I had company, well, that would be enough. I didn’t know there was a word for what I was, I thought... I just thought there was something wrong with me.”

“Mamaw,” choked Roman, clutching her hand hard.

“But... that’s sad,” said Linda, furrowing her brow in confusion.

“It is a bit, ain’t it?” said May, “But now things are better, and we have a grand ol’ party, don’t we? And I’m happy. Happy enough that I can admit it and not feel like I’m doin’ somethin wrong. I’m so, so happy, baby.”

Roman jumped from his chair to kneel beside hers and wrap his arms around both of them. May slipped a gnarled hand into the peppered white at his temple. Her boy, all grown. Maybe grown enough that May could put a little bit down, and trust he’d help her out.

“I’m so proud of you,” said Roman wetly.

And there was no better feeling in the world.

---

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requested by : me yet again !!

genre : fluffy slowburn !(SFW)

Soft!Yandere!Itona Horibe x Oblivious!Shy!Male!Reader

SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG-

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(Part 1)

You've always admired a certain light blue haired guy in your class. His golden eyes were just too pretty for you to ignore. His name is Itona Horibe.

You never really knew much about him since he usually keeps stuff to himself, same with you, you never really speak to anyone since you were too shy and also prefers to keep stuff to yourself but the difference between you and him is that he's starting to get a little more social with others while you're still trying to get out of your comfort zone.

One thing about him that you're not sure if you like it or not is how blunt and straight forward he can be most of the time.

But theres one thing that you didn't know about him...

As much as you tried to get to know him, you always felt like your presence was annoying him. You tried to get his attention by talking to him a little bit but your shyness made it awkward.

One day, Koro-Sensei told the whole class that we're going to have a field trip to the beach ! You were excited. Some of the students were discussing on how they're going to assassinate Koro-Sensei at the beach and started brainstorming some ideas.

You're never really good at planning anything so you just go along with whatever plan or strategy they cooked up.

Those pervs, Okaijima and Maehara are definitely planning something as well....they're not really the best at hiding the fact that they're perverts.... ehhh who are you kidding... they're proud of being perverts especially Okaijima.

But your eyes drifted to Itona, the guy who you've always liked. It seems like he's spacing out. Maybe thinking about the trip.

If you're not mistaken, Itona's weakness is water. He's probably thinking about ways to keep himself dry for the whole trip.

You heard the sound of someone's footsteps approaching you and it was Nagisa.

"hey ! (M/n), would ya like to hang out with us during the field trip ? It'll be me, Kaeda, Sugino and Karma?" Nagisa said with a smile on his face.

"I'd-"

"Sorry Nagisa but he's hanging out with me during the field trip.'' Itona cuts off your sentence.

Both you and Nagisa looked at him. You looked at him with a sparkle in your eyes and your cheeks went pink. His eyes went from his usual glistening golden eyes to dull golden eyes. He gave Nagisa a semi death glare which sent shivers to both your's and Nagisa's spine.

"Oh ! yikes... I didn't know sorry Itona..." Nagisa stuttered from his nervousness, Nagisa left the situation before it could get any worse. Nagisa never knew that he (Itona) could get any scarier than the first time he became a student in E class.

Itona nodded and Nagisa went back to his friends. You were still shocked at what just happened.

"(M/n)... Would you like to hang out with me during the field trip ?" He asked you as his eyes went back to his usual ones.

You nodded.

"Sure ! I don't mind!" You said as you could feel your face heat up. Maybe this is the right time for you to get to know him more !

Before class started, Itona looked at you one more time.

"Hey, (M/n)... do you have a favourite flower ?"

You got flustered and your face was red after hearing his question.

"Mhm ! personally, I love 「favourite flower」 !! It's very nice." You responded.

Itona nodded and told you that he'll keep that in mind.

(Part 2)

The day has finally come, everyone is there waiting for the train with their luggages. You were sitting on one of the benches that are available. You were waiting for Itona.

As you were waiting you felt a pair of eyes staring at you. You were getting kind of nervous because you hated being stared at until you caught a pair of familiar golden eyes staring at you.

"Itona-kun!" You gave him a big hug, you can feel his body heat up from the gesture. He puts his arms on your back and you blushed real hard from that.

You realize what you were doing and let him go.

"Ah... Itona-kun.. I'm so sorry for that- im so embarrassed..." You mumbled those last parts

As you were letting go you saw many of your classmates watching it went down, Karma as always took pictures for blackmail ! Typical Karma.

He noticed how nervous you're getting and held you closer to calm you down. Your hair puffed up out of embarrassment. He gave your hair a little ruffle.

"Its okay. If they ever tease you about it I'll make sure that is the last time they'll tease you." He said in his monotone voice with a flirtatious tone, as if he knows how much you liked him.

Welp... he probably does, you've been showing quite alot of hints before such as randomly giving him gifts (mostly handmade plushies), giving him compliments and etc. but you're a guy so he probably just see's it as a 'friendly' gesture which upsets you a little.

"(M/n). Lets get going. The train is here" Said the the light blue haired male as he took both of your luggages inside the train.

You nodded and followed him from behind. The inside of the train is so.... woah... its very luxury.

You clinged onto Itona as you guys were trying to find a seat for the both of you.

"Yo ! Itona ! (M/n) ! over here! " Okaijima's voice startled you. You saw Okaijima and Maehara staring at you weirdly.

Itona noticed the way they were staring at you and his eyes begans to dull and bloodlust filled his body. Koro-sensei immediately stopped him and calmed him down.

He took multiple deep breaths so calm himself down, after Koro sensei left the scene he glared at those two guys making them shiver down to their spine.

You and Itona went to your guy's seat and enjoyed the whole ride with your crush literally by your side.

During the whole ride, you and Itona got to know eachother more and more..

As you were conversing with him, he went thru his bag to search for something. He pulled the item he was looking for and gave it to you.

its your favourite flower...

Your eyes began to glisten, your heartbeat begins to fasten and your cheeks turns into a soft pink tint, It feels like falling inlove for the first time again. Your eyes fluttered, you felt as if you were hit by a calm cool breeze.

"For you, you told me you like 「favourite flower」."

The whole class stopped what they were doing and was paying attention to the both of you. Karma as usual pulled up his camera so he could use it as blackmail and tease you by showing you the pictures/videos he took. You tried to ignore them and placed your attention all to Itona.

You were nervous but you gave him a soft smile.

"Thank you Itona-kun."

This time, instead of you having a face red as Karma's hair its Itona !

You chuckled at his reaction.

(Part 3)

You guys finally arrived at your guy's destination. As you were taking your luggage out of the space you put your luggage at, you felt Itona's hands intertwined with yours. You smiled at the male and told him that you promise you'll hold his hands again after you got out your luggage it was kinda heavy so you had a hard time taking it out.

After you got it out you held Itona's hand again and walked to the place where Koro-Sensei told everyone to gather at.

Koro-sensei lectured us about the rules that'll be set during the whole field trip, gave us keys to our ryokan rooms and told us to gather up again for dinner. There will be two different ryokans, one for girls and one for boys. for each room, there will be two people in it.

Which means, for the ryokan that us boys will stay in will take up 8 rooms from the ryokan while the girls will take 6 room, one of the rooms will have 3 people.

Koro-sensei assigned me and Itona as roomates, he definitely has catched up on whats going on with me and Itona.

Itona puts his hands onto my shoulders and I looked at him with a smile.

"Itona-kun,lets go !" I said as i held his hands and walk him to our room.

"Its pretty nice dont you think ?" You asked as you opened the door to you guy's shared rooms.

He nodded as the both of you entered the room.

You took one of the futons provided by the ryokan and lay it on the tatami mat so you could lay down before Koro-sensei tells you guys to gather up.

"Im so excited for tomorrow! Its been a while since I went to the beach! What about you Itona-kun ? Are you excited ?" You said as you stuttered a little but compared to earlier, you've improved alot ! You're slowly getting out of your shell but only with Itona, around others you're still the same ol' shy (M/n).

"Yes. I am, I am most excited to see you in your swimming suit (M/n.)" He said with his expressionless face as his cheeks turned red. You forgot how straightforward he can get and you can't believe what you just heard.

After dinner----

After dinner you and Itona went back to your shared room and chilled for a few hours until its the appropriate time to sleep, you were busy crocheting something for him to the point where you didnt realize that he was hugging you from behind.

"Itona-kun..."

"(M/n)... Its already late, we should *yawn* go to sleep." He said in his still monotone voice but sleepier

"Dont worry, I'll cuddle you when you sleep" he added.

You tried not to blush again but you failed. Instead of nodding you hugged him back.

When you hugged him, it caused the both of you to accidentally fell onto the ground but thank god theres a pillow saving his head from getting a concussion.

You realized that you were laying on top of him but honestly you didn't care (you actually cared, you were about to get up but Itona's hands were on your back so you just stayed there), you continued laying on his chest as his hands stroke your back.

The both of you were so sleepy to the point you guys slept in this position till morning.

(Part 4)

You woke up and your face turned red because you realized that you were sleeping on Itona's chest. You got up to give yourself a little stretch before you start the day off.

You changed into your yukata since you'll be using the onsen that's provided by the ryokan to bathe. You also took a towel with you. You made sure that it's still early so nobody sees you.

You went into the locker room and took off all your clothes basically leaving you naked, you cover your bottom part with a towel tied to your waist.

You went to the bath and relaxed there for around 30 minutes, as much as you wanted to relax for a little longer, you're afraid that others will see you so you rinsed of your body, dried it, put on some deodorant and slipped your yukata back on.

You went back to your room to only be greeted with a frustrated looking Itona, its as if he was looking for something and is frustrated because he cant find it. When Itona spotted you, he tackled you to the ground. Almost kissing you.

"I..Itona-kun, are you okay ?" You said as you put your hands on his back.

"Where did you go. I was so worried when I woke up not seeing you in my arms." He said, holding you tighter.

"I'm sorry, I was bathing in the onsen, I went there early so people wont see me..." He looks at you and sighed.

"It's okay, at least you're safe. I wont hesitate to assassinate whoever who dares to harm you, whether its on purpose or not." You, being oblivious you thought he said those words because he sees you as an amazing friend and wanted to protect you like how he protects his other friends (YOU STUPID ASS HE LIKES YOU HOE...)

A few hours later

Its finally time ! We're going to the beach! You took your swim wear and a towel as you waited for Itona to get his stuff.

He finally finished and held your hand as a way to signal you that he's ready to go.

The both of you went to change your clothes first, you changed from the yukata you were wearing earlier to some swimming trunks. You were kind of nervous because you're really insecure about your body since unlike you classmates, abs are something that you don't have.

You waited for Itona and felt a small tap on your shoulders, you thought it was Itona, to your disappointment it was actually Okaijima and Maehara but this time they weren't really acting all weird but they just had an average conversation with you and Okaijima told you his plans on taking pictures of the girls, he has amazing photography skills but sadly he used those skills of his for the wrong thing.

You didn't realize that a pair of golden eyes were staring at you from behind because you we're conversing with Okaijima and Maehara. He approached the three of you and gave the other two boys his death glare, in the other hand, he gave you his usual stare.

Okaijima and Maehara took their leave as fast as possible while Itona was too busy staring at your shirtless body.

You saw the way he was looking at you and got very nervous. He was staring at how feminine your body looks, well... Nagisa also has a feminine body but at least he has light abs! You dont even have any !

"You look very beautiful (M/n)." Those 4 words directed to you was enough to make your heart flutter.

"Thank you... you also look very handsome Itona-kun" You can feel your body heat rising, such embarrassing feelings...

The both of you went to the beach to see everyone there, you wave at Nagisa since he's the only few people who acknowledged your existence (other than Itona,Okaijima and Maehara) and his friends then place your attention back to Itona.

You were just casually conversing with him until you saw Nagisa approaching you.

"(M/n) ! Itona ! Do you guys want to play beach volleyball with us ?"

You hesitated for a second but agreed since you feel like its your time to shine !

You're never really open about your interest in sports but you're pretty good at volleyball so why not.

Itona disagreed and said that he would rather watch instead.

After the game !

Whilst you were playing earlier, you saw Okaijima took pictures of the girls who were playing beach volleyball with you guys and you mentally face palmed yourself.

You and your team won the game ! You were happy but you always see yourself giving subtle glances at Itona.

It was getting late and most of your classmates are already packing but you and Itona were still there.

The sound of the shore and the smell of the salty sea feels more romantic than it was earlier.

The both of you sat on the dry sand as you guys watch the beautiful sunset, the colors of the sky reflected to the water which made the atmosphere much more calming.

You felt Itona's hand brushed agaisnt your's which made your heart beats faster. You didn't think nothing much of it until you feel both of Itona's hands intertwined with yours making you face him.

"(M/n)..." This was the first time you saw him getting nervous.

"I like you. Will you be my boyfriend?" You felt your cheeks lit up and said....

"Itona-kun... I.. I also like you, and *giggles* yes, I would love to be your boyfriend." You gave him a gentle smile and felt his forehead touching yours as he leans in for a kiss, you were surprised but kissed him back

His lips were soft.

You were lost in thought. It feels like you've finally felt eternal happiness.

The both of you broke the kiss at the same time. You saw the male looking very flustered, you yourself was surprise because of how many emotions/expressions he showed today.

You chuckled and gave him a peck on the cheeks.

The both of you were enjoying eachothers company then Koro-sensei pop out of nowhere.

"YES ! My plan of having a beach field trip to set the both of you guys up worked ! Fufufu~ you two have fun~" The yellow octopus said with a big smile. (as if his smile aint big enough) Then he left the scene, running in zigzags while giggling.

Me and Itona were kinda of confused but you broke the silence with a tiny giggle. He was getting kind of flustered as he just realized that the whole trip his brother planned was to set him and you up. Your tiny giggle made him even more flustered so he kissed you to shut you up.

Bonus !!

It was the end of the trip, you and Itona who is now you boyfriend walked to the train station that Koro-Sensei told us to gather up. As we were walking we saw our classmates went like 'oooooooooh' to tease us since they probably already know because Koro-sensei told them.

Itona held you closer since he didn't really understand why his classmates went 'oooooh' when they see you and him together but c'mon- he's still new to all of this and wants you and only you to be his first and his last.

-FIN. :D

#itona x reader #itona horibe #itona x male reader #x male reader #male reader #assassination classroom #assassination classroom x male reader #one shot #aesthetic #gay #mlm #nblm #hashtag #lmao what #karma akabane #nagisa shiota #korosensei #assassination classroom x reader #x reader

[princeanxious]

Hi! I was wondering about your Lost Guardian au from ages ago, do you think you’ll ever plan on updating it and if not, could someone else take up the fic?

So heres the thing. If someone wants to write a fic *inspired* by The Lost Guardian, i’m not gonna stop them, and i’d probably feel super honored so long as the inspiration was correctly credited!

As for ‘taking up the fic,’ the short answer is no.

I have active drafts and the rest of the story already planned out to its finish, notes, even a branch-off fic set post-story that will likely go up on my nsfw blog if i ever get around to editing it. The Lost Guardian hasn’t been abandoned, it’s simply on hiatus. (And yes, i recognize 3 almost 4 years so far is a really fucking long hiatus. The Chapter 9 draft doc was made in december of 2020, and last edited in July 2022)

I started writing that fic whilst still in highschool, a time where I was 17 and didnt have to worry yet about getting my license or maintaining a part time job, i had an over abundance of freetime even partially to my detriment, the fandom was booming and I had plenty of feedback, and this fic was (and still *is*) a story im proud of.

But i’m 22 now, working a full time job to pay rent and account for a number of minor ‘disabilities’(best word i have for them atm) that I cant ignore or push to the side nor treat poorly, from the lasting effects on my body of stunted growth to celiac/glutent intolerance to adhere to that directly determines how easily my body functions for the week, to dealing with glasses i cannot afford to break and taking care of teeth i cannot afford to fix, taking care of my mental health and using the free time i have to do what brings me the most joy at that time.

The sanders sides fandom has heavily quieted down with the season finale hiatus and I’d like to think I did pretty well for going six long years dedicated solely to that without cracking under the silence, because *I knew* when I caved to something else it’d be a long while before I had the drive to come back with any sort of resolution to my active works. Thats just how my hyper fixations work. I cannot focus on multiple at once, it’s too much to process simultaneously and takes away my enjoyment bc I tend to watch/consume things repeatedly to catch every little detail i missed. And it doesn’t help when one loses steam because their content barely breaks 100 notes(80% of which are likes, 15% are reblogs with the occasional comment, and 5% are self-reblogs) when back in the height of it all, a few thousand notes was pretty average interaction. This blog still has about 11.5k followers, almost all of which came from the height of the fandom period. So for now i’ve moved onto the FNAF DCA fandom, bc it is fresh and new to me.

I know you didn’t mean to poke the bear here, I get it, but like.. C’mon. Any other fic of mine likely wouldn’t have gotten the same reaction in full but, still. I’ve had to answer this question a handful of times over the years at the point, which might be why this response feels so charged, and i’m sorry.

I don’t mean to come off as snippy or rude, but it *is* kind of invasive to offer to finish one’s creative work when it’s taking too long and theres very little payback for it. I’ve got adhd, delayed satisfaction isn’t a thing I experience. Just guilt that it wasn’t finished in a way for me to post it in time before I broke and lost all motivation to share it.

In my head, TLG has been long finished and held the ending for years, theres just been no energy to put in the effort of finish writing it for others to read. I’m still trying to get my life together to change that, don’t get me wrong, but the American economy is literally in shambles so who knows how or even if i’ll manage that. Call me selfish for being content with only mentally having my creative story’s ending and a collection of rambles and notes to show for it, but at the end of the day, it’s still my story, and i dont feel comfortable with people trying to ‘take up the mantle’ to finish it, when they don’t know how it ends.

I’m glad you like it enough to want to, though, I really *really* am. I’m just sorry I haven’t been able to finish it for you all. And i just don’t know when that will be, I just know that I *want* to do so, however long it takes.

#luka answers #sanders sides #tlg fic #the lost guardian au #luka’s aus #luka rambles #luka rants

[yermes]

PAC 🧸

Hi! So heres my current dilemma. I got so many new stickers because I ordered art from a friend and they gave me some stickers and I got a free sticker from dutchies and now I don’t have my moms car window to stick these on and idk where to put them. Putting value in permanence when nothing is permanent not even us is silly yet I want to put it somewhere where I can be reminded of my beautiful friend or that coffee that almost made me shit myself. I often get nostalgia around this time of year where when I was young I associated my phase of life as something almost unchanged something stable and now idk whats going to happen tmrw or the day after. HOW ARE WE DEALING WITH LACK OF PERMANENCE IN OUR LIVES

Pick a meme

Pick a card

Cruelty 🔥

Nine of swords, Mars 2. Gemini, Yesod through air

A crueler aspect on this question is the existential dread which follows and this card seems to captivate the cruelness of thinking. While in the end there is nothing. You think and worry for the future and upcoming phases like its your damn day job but I am here to tell you this. You are more than a flesh suit with feelings. No one is truly gone till every last memory and every last piece of effort you put in to make the world better is gone. And if you leave before I, I will keep you alive. And fuck depending on what paradigm you believe in you could still fuck with your relatives when ya dead lmaooo. Do not dread on nothing being permanent embrace it and celebrate it.

Temperance (reversed) 🌊

Daughter of the reconciles, Samekh, support, marriage of fire and water and continuation of the lovers card, Capricorn ruled by Saturn, and Scorpio ruled by Mars

Reversed means we are getting the discombobulated side of the marriage between water and fire. There is disunion, conflict of interest, and a lot of hostility. Since this is kind of a deeper topic I can imagine your thoughts on this may be very half baked at this point which is what may be causing this. While you are now is very real. As you exist right now at this moment is very real. And as you existed when you were 6 still exists and is also very real it just may not exist in a physical state. The complexities of this question may be worrisome at the moment but its okay to have some discord in your life at times and you do not need to know everything right now. Just do not fight the process of learning.

Peace 🗽

Two of swords, Moon 1. Libra, Chokmah through air

Your undirected ideas of this topic is put to rest you now have a pretty good beginning and end to this conversation. A big part of this card is a compromise between the soul and mind. While the mind may be racing at a topic of which may be difficult to comprehend in your heart you have come to peace with it and can put your free stickers anywhere without any anxiety of weather or not you will see it again because life is all about the different phases and journeys not about the small physical keepsakes because nothing will stay forever anyways.

Six of pents (reversed) 💴

Lord of material success, Tiphareth, Moon in Taurus, 10°–20°, Angels Nemamiah and Yeyelal

A big part of this card in reverse is being “purse proud” and prodigal. Aka only being concerned about wealth with lack of concern for whats around physical wealth and spending money like theres no mother fucking tomorrow. Like us. Wealth isn’t permanent. You may be living in a very carefree and or careless state at the moment and wasting your resources but with all due respect homie while your physical existence may be impermanent you still need to think about tomorrow, your impact, and all the little nuances that go into existing. Your wealth isn’t permanent, your existence isn’t permanent so MAKE IT COUNT.

#suitlifeofgerm #askgerm #pick a card #daily card #pick a picture #magic #shadow work #pac #tarotoftheday #germ reads #divination #cartomancy #witch #I am still stressing over these stickers they are just to cute #oracle #witchblr #beginner witch

[kusagrasskusa]

Heyyy could i get some d'vorah x female reader hcs??? I love bug wife sm but theres no fanfiction abt her

Ahhh my gosh yes!!!! If I’m gonna be honest D’Vorah is my least favorite character of all Mortal Kombat characters, but that doesn’t mean I dislike her. Actually she’s pretty fucking epic and a cool character to write about. Tbh I’m really REALLY happy with this request since I’m also the type who simps over characters who aren’t popular enough to get a lot of fanfics about them if any XD

So thank you so very much!!!!! I hope this is to your liking! I kinda suck at hc since I alway add story so if I don’t do enough of hcs, lemme know so I can make a part two!!

And also, I’m gonna be posting a really sad request later today… I had to step back from that because it broke my heart 😭 So if ya’ll like Raiden.. stay tuned ;)

This was made by Fezat1 on Deviantart :)

D’Vorah (bug wife) X Female! Reader - Headcannons

So let’s say lovely, beautiful Y/N is um A fugitive

But on her way to escaping her prison, she got hungry and ate some berries out of desperation. Of course she wasn’t as desperate as she was whenever she was trying to escape from a giant fucking web in the middle of Outworld.

But whenever the Queen D’Vorah discovered the girl, my my.. She was so cute! Pulling on the web, crying, begging for dear life 🥰🥰❤️ Why, it made the queen almost not wanna kill her! But instead to savor each drop of blood she tastes because it’s not very often you see someone as cute as this one

Oh but in the end… She couldn’t even do that. Something compelled her to free you, but in return.. You must “stay” for a “little bit” which this sexy bug mama deserved, right?

I feel like D’Vorah wouldn’t be very good at showing expression. Bugs don’t mate for life save for cockroaches and termites, and so her need to stay with you feels more like a need the way food is a need, rather than as love. But of course that’s just the way her bug mind interprets it because whenever a bug bite you and you had a bad reaction, her way expression love was by killing it

I think it’s safe to say you’d never had lice or ticks or anything again. Weird

A lot of people around the world don’t eat bugs or scorpions or anything (me neither cause f that) but you gotta get used to it sometimes. Maybe even road kill or something like that. Idk but whenever you were so disgusted you figured you’d put your culinary skills to the test… Bug wife decided you’re gonna have your own role in the colony. To cook.

D’Vorah would 1000%% use her back things for cuddles. Imagine you guys argue and are avoiding each other, but during bed time, she just like… Slips one of those things around you. Don’t say shit or else she’s taking it away and sleeping with the larva instead.

Tbh, without making this NSFW, I feel like D’Vorah would be SO PROUD to show off her body. She already does all the way anyways and don’t expect her to cover up. Girl knows she got them curves and muscles to show

She would love to play with your curves too! Like trace them with her finger, even if not in a NSFW way, just because she appreciates a feminine body. She’d look at your eyelashes, curves, chest, legs and everything that makes you a woman with so much appreciation.

If your not a curvey or thicc queen, guess what? Your a sticc queen in her eyes, love. Too bad so sad! She’d still be as touchy regardless because you know what? Those features are what makes her yours, and you hers ❤️

She’d be very protective over you…….. unless

If she finds out you’re hanging upside down, slowly being swallowed up by a giant unearthly worm, imagine her being like, “Aww, hehe, this one is not food even if she looks so delicious”

Let Erron Black eye you for literally 2 seconds. You might not even notice but your warrior wife is gonna be by your side, glaring at the gunslinger. Let that self-serving leech talk to you, and I promise it’ll be his last conversation ever (aside from a “I’m sorry”)

She would be so touchy. I mean, the bugs all crawl on each other and stuff so if you don’t like touchy, you’ll have to deal with him.

You use her back things as a carrier sometimes

Kisses with her are Cute.

Imagine you one day just lean down and are like “Mwa!” She just looks up at you with an unchanged face in absolute confusion

And so you’ll tease her with it pretty often. Like just random, jump scare kisses to the cheek or forehead or lips

D’Vorah tries to jump scare kiss you back but her lips don’t know what the fuck they are ding the first like 3839749837 times

or not until you grab her wrist and counter attack kiss her back before her mind can even register what happens

She loves her kisses 🥰

Sleepy time, imagine both her arms around you, one leg on top of you, her head on you, and her other leg on your side. She is the embodiment of a ‘cuddle bug’

“Babe, I’m gonna teach you to say ‘I love you’” “This one does not feel love. But this one feels like it would be too evil to feast upon your flesh and blood” “…you’re getting better at it!!!!!”

I love you is the toughest thing to her. Like her body will physically not form the words. Her brain will not form the words. But guess what? Whenever you say it without getting a response back, she feels so happy you have no idea

Being new to the whole mating for life thing (though she would just call it “long term attraction”) means it’ll be hard for her to understand some relationship normalities. Whenever she threatens to consume you or spit acid at you, you just grab her hand softly and watch as her face changed. How it calms down instantly and her body untended. How her face looks so innocent like a lost puppy.

“Now you shut up,” you say, smiling stupidly knowing you just made her thunderstorm of anger turn into a hurricane

She is cold blooded so lemme tell you.. You being hot under the Outworld sun is PERFECT. Your body is just 100 degrees but imagine that being like how clothes feel after they get out of the dryer to her. She LOVES IT

If you wear soft or puffy clothes, maybe yarn, you become so so soft to her! She might nibble on the wool sometimes but she knows you love how cute she can look

She’ll play with your hair pretty often for a past time

She’ll let you ride on her sometimes- just don’t move too much

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #reader insert #mk x reader #mk10 #mortal kombat x #mk mortal kombat #d’vorah #dvorah #d’vorah x reader #mkx mortal kombat x #mortal kombat xl #mortal kombat D’Vorah #MK d’vorah #d’vorah x you #d’vorah x Y/N #thank you for the request! #i love you all #I really do :)

[it-is-the-female-federal]

so i'm a detrans radfem (detrans'd back in august) and the past few weeks i've been really examining my attraction to others for the first time since i came out as bisexual years ago. and im starting to think that maybe i'm heterosexual and i just. don't know how to cope with that. being part of the 'queer' community was such a big part of my identity for years, and then even after i detransitioned i still was proud to be a bisexual woman and part of the LGB community. but really i can barely remember any specific times i was sexually attracted to women except when i forced the feeling while very briefly dating a girl back in high school. i just had assumed i was bisexual bc i like hanging out with women a lot and theyre objectively rlly pretty and i would love to find a female life partner but. theres just this strong sexual desire i get with men and not women and i'm finally realizing that but i hate the idea of being a straight woman, especially as someone who has made the choice to not date men for political and safety reasons. on top of that, all of my friends are bisexual and with how many jokes we've made about heterosexuals in the past, i'm worried i wouldn't fit in as much. sorry for the rant i just felt upset and needed to get it off my chest

Sweety, I am glad you found a way to get it off your chest, and if you want a bigger conversation, my dms are open.

Anyway, it is normal to feel confused as a teenager and if you are surrounded by a certain group you want to fit in. I think all the women are pretty, so of course you should be attracted to them muddied the water of the conversations around attraction. Aesthetically pleasing and attraction/desire are different things, and people need to accept that yeah, sometimes you happen to be straight. My test whenever I doubt my attraction is, can I envision myself having sex with a woman and enjoying it. My answer is always yes, but it has helped me make my feelings clearer. I think you have had a similar train of thought and came to the conclusion of being straight. It is difficult to accept parts of yourself that you put away, but if they are truly your friends, they will support you. Especially if they hung arpund after detransitioning. That is not easy to accept, maybe in q**** spaces, but they stood by you as you found more of yourself. Sexuality is a part of you, but it isn't you nor your identity or personality. You are more than the sum of your attributes, and the defining characteristic shouldn't be your sexuality, but your compassion or kindness or passion. I wish you lots of luck on this journey of self-acceptance, and my dms are open. Hopefully, you got something useful out of my response. I want to wish you the best of luck anon❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

#radfem #radical feminism #nicoles asks #anon #nicoles ask #detrans experience #sexuality

[tussie-mussie-trouble]

Now that I've had a few days to recover from what i just did to myself i can proudly announce- on a new blog because I don't want my main blogs being associated with this project because one of my lives greatest achievements really probably dosen't belong my incoherent screamings into the void.

On that note. I beat this freaking nanowrimo thing in like six days. no I did not mean to. a friend was coming to visit by the seventh and i PANICED on the last three days. I was already overdoing it, but the last three days were a freaking doozy.

Image description: a terrible little graph showing a brief upwards slide, then a little cha cha slide to the right as it evens out briefly, which depicted my first 4 days of nanowrimo, followed violently by an uppercutting-punch to the face line that has a little pop up window under it saying i reached 50,018 words by november the sixth.

So heres a fun little question and answers session made up of the questions I thought were most suited to this acheivement.

are you okay? my hand briefly went numb. Somehow I was under the impression a fifteen minute walk was all I needed to do to fix that- it wasen't. i kept writing anyways. I think i've mostly recovered now- but to answer your question I am undefeatable and also i slept for ten hours afterwards so I think I'm basically done recovering

what is the plot A victorian professor lady, a ghost with emotional issues, and a college age whole entire freaking lady who just got adopted against her will by this professor try to solve the mystery of why the ghost guy cant move on and how he died

what was the most hours you wrote during this

12

4. did you take a brea-

no. no i did not take a break.

and while obviously i'm not the fastest person to have ever beaten this challenge i'm feeling pretty good right now. : ) i've always wanted to be able to write novels really fast and that's been the biggest thing standing between me and writing *more* novels. you know?

and yes the specific 'part' of the victorian era I chose is in fact, none of them. that was intentional. theres a lot of great things in the victorian era and this isint even a one to one copy of it. theres no specific town this takes place in, theres no specific time period this takes place in. just vaugely 'victorian era' so I could shove all the ten thousand things i've researched into one little area. its probably not even really earth. so like, good disclaimer to put there. don't go into this expecting great historical accuracy. though most is based on some sort of thing i learned about this fabulous era of history (yes im aware of the horrors too, It's not as if I want to live in lead face paint land and eat little arsenic wafers for my complexion or something- I don't need to be reminded that humanity did not briefly free itself from all the evils of this world so that humanity could drink tea and say things like 'tussie-mussie' and wear hat pins- I just think the victorian era is neat)

so yes I'm very proud of myself rn and hope to blog about my blorbos here to keep myself wanting to edit this thing.

speaking of which. This thing i've done to myself is called Tussie-Mussie.

#nanowrimo #tussie-mussie #victorian era inspired #writing #nanowrimo 2023 #victorian era

[mejomonster]

I do wonder whos idea andrea was. Because i do kind of like that now the honeybee in caters to ppl of all tastes, has men and women working there, the teacher from aeriths area was proud to get a job dancing there (which is just kind of a nice not negative depiction of wanting to work at a night club/burlesque whatever the honeybee inn is going for). And andreas like im all for expression and gender shouldnt limit that, always do what you want. Which is a nice lil message off the cuff. And hes treated just as nice and ridiculous Mini Boss as the other of the Big Three. Theres old people and young ppl who saved up to go to the honeybee in, a young man talking about hoping the honeyboy remebered him, another guy mentioning a honeygirl and the flowers he sent, no real gender or sexuality or ageist bias in the honeybee inn! Theres also just like. A generally supportive atmosphere of xustomers lf all walks unashamed to be there, which is a bit different then the All Guys clientel drooling over women and swarming aerith outside in the original

(however its missing the bath scene, the reference to an orgy and to more overt sexual acts - where the original leaned into lewd, the remake kind of downplays the honeybee inn to Dancers who do Entertainment in Private rooms but... its not risking full on indicating theyre having sex the way the original did. Which is. A loss in its own way, as theres definitely things the reality of a brothel in the slums under the plate adds to worldbuilding, to how Aerith grew up, to why Don Corneos area of the slums feels more like the risque and wild part compared to Tifas sector thats just a rather tame small town)

So like. Mm. The changes definitely Change the flavor of worldbuilding in some ways. This area feels a bit different (as in don corneos area of the slums), and the collesium also adds that different flavor. (Ive been playing tol much Yakuza lately and it like gives a more Kamurocho as Kiryu vibe now... kiryu treats host clubs of men and hostess clubs of women pretty equally, theyre for Entertainment but not brothels, kiyru and majima both do those kind of quests thatd feel equivalent to dancing or putting on a show, so like... remakes version of the honeybee in feels more like a modern host club maybe, with a city customer clientel that doesnt judge each other and sees it as The Best club. Versus original honeybee inn that felt a lot more like mainly a brothel catering to rich men, then men who could get in, with special services for customers with more niche needs like the bath or like Palmer and other particular requests. This new one, Aerith could go in and book a room with a honeyboy or honeygirl or both and ? I assume get entertained and a flirty date sort of ordeal. Yes im reading too much into this lol. Just fascinating to me the differences they made. I think Andrea was overall a positive addition, himself personally, but the changes he entailed alsl change the entire atmosphere of wallmarket into something CLASSY when the original game kind of used honeybee inn to show how Dangerous and Adult wallmarket was, how there were less rules there, and so when you get to don corneo and a sex dungeon and an Actual Dungeon and hear hes kidnapped and imprisoned girls youre less surprised cause the place has felt like and area all kinds of people could get kidnapped, sold shoddy deals, and laws arent maintaining anything only money is. With ALL of the new Big Three in wallmarket, in the remake it feels more classy more organized and more like a visit to Vegas or Kamurocho rather than a lawless Don controlled area).

#ff7 #lb #i know im sorry yall ToT im sure me and 1 other person care enough to be analysing #like. like i do think andrea was a good way to work in the original dress in a bit more open way #when the original made it land more as a joke #likewise with the gym change and honeybee inn sex room changes. i think the game was trying to avoid making the jokes as crass #and they did mostly manage to make The Big Old Scenes happen in a way that was softer #i suppose at this point its also a comparison of writing in different time periods (like 20-30 years apart)

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

ok so, ik i havent been on here in literal ages but i got really busy with classes this semester, but im hoping i'll be able to talk a lil more often cuz im on break now! and i have good news about my finals and my swim class earlier in the summer! i passed my art history and my illustration classes with B's (no clue what i got for my animation class but we move on) and for my swim class i can mostly do front strokes (still cant figure out how to take a breath yet but im sure i'll figure that out next summer!) i also found out that, while i hat floating on my back, i seem to not mind it as much if im moving! i think one of the things that helped me was imagining sal there with me, staying close by and making sure i was ok, sometimes putting her hand under me to help gently push me up a little more or gently pushing the top of my head a little more under the water so i can float better. i think she'd be super proud of the progress i made!

also, i finally got around to drawing a spicy sketch of alcina (and me and a couple of my oc's djjd). its not exactly a pinup but its def something spicy. i used different colors for everyone so i can see which parts belonged to who. the blue harpy girl is andromeda, the octopus mermaid is ruby, and then theres me in between the lady's legs! still have to finish it, but so far so good! (still need to do a pinup of just alcina tho... but i did see a couple really pretty rennaisence paintings that i could try to put her in too, i just need to pick which one i like more.... leaning a little bit to the "venus of urbino" painting cuz it vibes with her a lot shdb

Hello, there, dear! I hope this break treats you well and congratulations on the grades 😊♥️ And that is really fucking cute, honestly. Sal would love to know the thought of her being by your side was able to help you with that 🥺 And she'd absolutely be proud, dear 😁 Also, Sal would be a really hot great swimming coach (Sal swim coach AU when? 👀🤣)

And ooooooooh 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 Very nice, indeed 👀 A blue harpy, you say? 👀 Also, a renaissance style pin up of Lady D sounds fucking incredible, ngl! Like, please do share if end up doing anymore, yeah? 👀 For science, of course.. extremely gay science 👀

#depravity answered #aphnatasha #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina x oc #genderbent sal #and maybe im just a simp but #it kinda looks like sasha on the bottom 👀 #just saying 👀👀 #re8 asks