#took a long time trying to figure out her color scheme

[suzukiblu]

Another excerpt from the one where Tim is trans and Kon is not the father, plus a read-more for length.

“Bart’s really back too?” Tim asks, his voice not quite cracking. 

“Back and also . . . okay, not the right age, but the age he was the last time I saw him,” Kon says. “Which apparently he was not for you guys for a while, what the fuck.” 

“Long story,” Tim says, smiling helplessly. 

“Yeah, I know, it took Bart a whole thirty seconds to explain it to me,” Kon says wryly. 

“Have you seen . . . Cassie, yet?” Tim asks hesitantly, because he’s a fucking glutton for punishment, apparently. Because otherwise he’s just ignoring the elephant he coaxed into the room himself. 

“No,” Kon says, shaking his head. “Bart went to go drop in on the Titans, but Clark brought me straight here. He figured I’d wanna see you and Kyra first. We had a very confusing thirty-first century conversation while he was trying to ease me into the ‘everyone knows you’re gay for your best friend’ thing and gently break the news about me being a dad, and then Bart just started talking his ear off demanding baby updates. It was, uh, interesting. I guess he died before she was born, but Clark didn’t realize he’d known you were pregnant?” 

“Yeah,” Tim says, trying not to wince. “I mean–I didn’t know what to do at first, so I just took medical leave from the Titans for an ‘injury’, but I told Bart and Cassie, and then . . . well, then Bart died before I told the Kents. It was only a couple months or so–I didn’t want to make them feel worse, in case anything went wrong–but . . .” 

But that’s how it is, in their line of work. A couple months or so is more than enough time for another one of your best friends to die. 

“Please tell me you weren’t patrolling Gotham knocked up,” Kon says with a grimace. 

“. . . technically, yes, but not after I realized I was knocked up,” Tim says, smiling weakly. “Not for . . . more than a week or two, anyway.” 

Kon groans, dragging a hand back over his scalp. He looks pained. Tim pretends it’s because Kon thinks he’s an obsessed workaholic, and not because Kon knows him well enough to know how messed up he’d been to actually do that. 

“I was in the middle of a case,” he says like it’s any kind of a defense. “And it was investigative work, not . . . I called Dick in to handle the violent parts, okay?” 

“Small favors,” Kon says, then glances towards Kyra’s crib. “So you’re . . . retired? You hung up the cape?” 

“I’m not Robin anymore,” Tim says. “And I’m not patrolling or running missions. But I can’t–if he ever finds out, if he ever finds her, I can’t be retired. I need to be–ready.”

Kon’s jaw tightens. Tim wishes he’d never had to say that. Wishes the lie had been true. Wishes–

Wishes a lot of things, some for Kon’s sake but most for Kyra’s. 

And one or two for his own. 

“What’s the new codename, then?” Kon asks, still looking at the crib. Tim’s grateful that he’s not . . . Tim’s just grateful. Grateful that this is Kon, and he’s alive, and he’s here, and . . . and that he’s going to let him lie. 

He’s so fucking grateful for that. 

“I haven’t exactly bothered rebranding,” he says with forced levity. “I’m not going out with anyone else and I don’t need a rep. I’m not a vigilante anymore. I just need to be able to handle any problems that might come up.” 

“You know how Jimmy Olsen has a watch with a distress signal custom-tuned for Clark’s superhearing?” Kon says, glancing back at him with a slightly disgruntled expression on his face. “I’m getting you one. I’m getting you five. And think up a name, man. Get yourself a color scheme and a bunch of weirdly-themed gadgets going. There’s a lot of other birds in the world.” 

Kon does have opinions about names, Tim supposes. For obvious reasons. 

That was why naming Kyra after him was the only thing he could’ve done, but also a terrible thing for him to have done. 

He really couldn’t have done anything else, though. He’d had to name her what he would’ve named her, if Kon had really been . . . if she’d really been . . .

He’d had to. 

That’s the best way to lie, after all: use the truth. 

“Okay,” Tim says. He might’ve been annoyed by the watch idea when they were younger. Felt like Kon didn’t think he could handle himself or was overestimating himself. He’s not annoyed now. Now it’s just one more contingency plan. 

He’d do anything for Kyra. Wearing a panic button that Kon would recognize the frequency of is the least of what he’d do for her. 

“Clark’ll help me get something around,” Kon says. “If, uh–especially if he thinks we’re, you know . . . together.” 

“I could make it,” Tim points out. “You don’t need to bother him with it.” 

“Clark knows the best frequencies to use. Plus then we can make sure it’s not gonna sound too much like Jimmy’s too,” Kon says, then flashes him a grin. “Besides, it’s more romantic if I’m the one giving it to you, right?”

“Fuck you,” Tim snorts, rolling his eyes as he shoves him, and Kon laughs and goes with it. Tim doesn’t know how to tell him he’s the best friend he’s ever had; the best friend he ever could have. He doesn’t know how to apologize enough for this. He doesn’t . . . 

Kyra makes a squeaky crooning sound from her crib, and Kon blinks, and–

Oh, Tim thinks, watching Kon’s pupils visibly dilate into pinpricks. Right. He . . . forgot. 

“What the fuck?” Kon says. 

“Some of her vocalizations are . . . like that,” Tim says carefully as Kon stares fixatedly at Kyra’s crib. She squeaks again. “Um–Clark reacted a little weirdly to some of them too, he said they were–” 

Kyra starts her usual melodic babbling, and Kon makes a low rumbling noise in response. Tim–blinks. Kon looks startled too, putting a hand to his chest. 

“Uh,” he says. “That was . . .” 

Kyra starts babbling louder, squealing for attention, and Tim rolls to his feet and heads over to her. She’s already reaching up before he gets to her, and squeaking excitedly for attention. She sounds like a little baby dolphin or something. Clark said there were resonances and undertones to her voice that human ears couldn’t pick up on, too. 

But of course Kon’s not human, is he. 

“Can I . . . hold her?” Kon asks awkwardly, stepping up beside Tim as he plucks Kyra up and staring intently at her. She dolphin-squeaks again. He bites his lip, clearly holding back whatever sound he wants to make in response; clearly holding back from reaching out for her. 

“Let me change her first,” Tim says. Her diaper’s definitely wet, and he doesn’t want her to get uncomfortable. 

“Can you show me how?” Kon asks, still looking a little awkward. “I haven’t been around too many babies, and I kinda just had to, like . . . improvise, the last time I was taking care of one.” 

“Uh–sure?” Tim blinks at him in confusion. “Why do you care, though?” 

“Dude, I’m not gonna be the kind of asshole co-parent who makes the one who got pregnant do all the diaper changes,” Kon says, looking dubious. “You should show me how to feed her, too. She’s on formula, right? It smells kinda like formula in here. And the kitchen did too.” 

“. . . um, okay,” Tim says, and almost bursts into tears on him again. Of course Kon would be like this, the bastard. “She–is, yeah. Clark synthesizes a mix for her in the Fortress. The AI says it’s better for her system than the store-bought stuff, and I had trouble producing enough milk to keep up with her appetite. Plus I kind of needed to get back on my meds as soon as I could anyway, so . . . I mean, they’re supposed to be safe, but I didn’t want to risk it with her physiology.” 

“Good, then I can help feed her,” Kon says. Tim blinks at him again, then just . . . takes Kyra to the changing table. She squeaks louder, clearly offended, and tries to reach for Kon. He trails after them, looking fascinated by her. 

Well . . . Kon’s never seen a Kryptonian baby before, much less heard one, so . . . of course he would be, Tim thinks. Kyra’s only a quarter-Kryptonian, obviously, but genetically . . . genetically, she might as well be half-Kon, and . . . 

And he’s never seen a Kryptonian baby. 

So it makes sense that he’d react strongly, yes. It’d make sense that he’d be a little bit fascinated. Clark had reacted to her too. He’d looked just as startled as Kon had, the first time he’d heard her chirp and squeak for attention, and then just as fascinated. 

Tim still wonders if Kyra’s the first time Clark’s ever fully felt any of the kind of instincts people normally feel, seeing a baby. Like–genetically speaking, he means. Instinctually. She’s seen more of him than Kon ever did, so . . . well, that might just be because they’ve been staying with the Kents, but Martha had mentioned how nice it was to have Clark around so often a few weeks ago, so . . . 

Well. Tim has some suspicions, that’s all. 

He wonders, very briefly–he wonders if he would respond to her like Kon and Clark do, if he ever–if he found out about–

He crushes that thought down into gravel and grinds it into his mental pavement. He doesn’t think about it again. Not at all. 

(Would it be worse if he did or didn’t, though? If he saw her, and was FASCINATED–

Tim stops thinking about it.)

He changes Kyra’s diaper, taking his time a bit so Kon can better observe the process, and Kyra fusses and chirps and screeches through it. Kon stays in a little bit inconveniently close, but Tim doesn’t say anything about it. Kon can do a lot more than just be a little bit inconvenient, after telling him he’d let him lie about this. He’ll deal with having to work around him. 

Kyra screeches louder. Kon makes a thrumming noise low in his throat, and she stops mid-screech and stares up at him intently. Her eyes are a human shade of blue–she got Tim’s eyes and hair, thank fuck, considering there’s no way he ever could’ve sold the alternative as being inherited from Kon–but Clark said there were . . . fractals, he’d described them as. He’d tried to explain, and then tried to draw the pattern, but it’s nothing Tim can see in her eyes for himself. 

But it’s a Kryptonian trait, apparently, so he is very, very grateful he’d chosen the lie he had. Even if the squeaking and chirping hadn’t clued Clark in, if he’d ever met her . . . 

Tim is very, very grateful he chose the lie he had. 

And even more grateful that Kon is willing to help him keep it.

#tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #wip: the one where kon isn't the father #past rape

[vampireapple]

In Memoriam

Humans remember their dead. They remember their loved ones. They remember historical figures. They remember strangers. Death does not mean a human is forgotten.

.  .  .

Gerkun perked up as he scented the mess hall. The human crewmates were back! The three of them had taken leave and gone to earth for a human holiday. He made his way over to the table to eat with them.

“Hello, how was your trip?” he asked cheerfully.

“It was great,” Sam replied smiling.

“Long,” was Ron’s reply.

"It was nice to be home," Ethan said.

Gerkun noticed a new mark on Ethan’s arm. “Oh no, are you injured?”

Ethan looked at his arm. “Oh, no. I got a tattoo on leave.”

Gerkun had heard of humans marking themselves in such ways. He had never seen it in person. It looked like an image of an earth plant, vibrant colors and earth marking underneath.

“Why did you get this tattoo?”

“For my grandma, to honor her.”

“Ah. She must be very important on earth.”

Ethan laughed. “In the grand scheme of things? No. Unless you count winning first place in the Newcount County Fair Pie Contest for 47 years in a row as ‘very important’. I just miss her.”

Gerkun did not understand the reason for the tattoo, but he did understand being separated from clan. “Ah, yes. Distance is a hardship.”

Ethan blinked. “Um, yeah, it is. Didn’t mean to mislead you though. My grandma passed about four years ago. I got this to honor her memory.”

“Passed? Where did she go?”

“She died.”

Gerkun paused, trying to understand this new information. “So why remember her?”

Ethan jerked back. The other humans stared at Gerkun.

“Excuse me?”

“She is dead, therefore no longer important. Why-”

Gerkun cut off as Ethan yelled, stood, and tried to strike Gerkun with his chair. The only reason he did not make contact was because Ron and Sam both stopped him. Ethan continued to yell, even as he was held back.

“Don’t you ever (censored) talk about my grandma again you (censored) piece of (censored)! I will (censored) end you!”

Gerkun rapidly backed up, wanting to get away from the angry human. Ron was able to pull Ethan away and out of the mess hall.

Sam glared at Gerkun. “You’ve heard about human pack bonding, right? That doesn’t end when someone dies. Never insult a dead human, especially a family member.” She took a deep breath. “For your own safety, I suggest you avoid Ethan until… forever.”

Gerkun watched her go, stiff with fear. Yes, he would avoid Ethan. And any other human for the rest of his life.

.  .  .

The humans of the ship had what Kersurth thought of as ‘Human Bonding Time’. The humans called it ‘Weekly Chillout.’ Kersurth would often attend simply to listen to their stories. Humans told a lot of stories. Most were horrifying. Kersurth was addicted.

This week the humans had gathered the comfortable chairs around a table filled with snacks. They were waiting for one more person. Shortly after the unofficial start time Jessica walked into the room. She thunked a large glass bottle on the table.

“This week is the one-year anniversary of my aunt’s passing. To honor her memory, I want to tell family stories or legends. To make it extra special I am sharing my family’s moonshine with you creations.”

The five other humans made awed noises, looking at the glass bottle appreciatively. Jessica pulled out six very small glass cups, filled each other with the clear liquid from the large glass bottle and dispersed them amongst the rest of the humans. Once each human had a glass they raised the hand holding the glass, knocked them together, yelled “Cheers!” and drank the liquid in one swallow. Each human made various noises of satisfaction.

Kersurth had no idea why the humans were doing this, or what the liquid was. Humans had such strange customs.

“Thanks Jess,” Michael said. “Is this the stuff you’ve been bragging on?”

Jessica nodded. “Yeah. Secret family recipe starting from the days of Prohibition in the Appalachian Mountains, and perfected in the next few generations.”

Alanna refilled her glass and then tipped it in Jessica’s direction. “I, for one, truly apricate the bounty you have gifted us with. I was going to share the story of when the pigs got loose on the farm when my prissy aunt and cousins were visiting. But, in honor of this fine ‘shine, I’ll share the story of my great, great, great….”

Alanna paused and stared at her fingers. She used them to count as she spoke “my great, great, great, great, great grandpa.” She looked up and smiled at the rest of the group. “He was a bootlegger during Prohibition.”

Adam raised his little glass. “Here, here!”

Alana tapped her glass against his before continuing her story.

“My grandpa didn’t actually make the booze. He lived in Michigan at the time, and he was part of the team that got booze from Canada and took it to Chicago. He was on the second run. The cops were in on it, too. The ‘leggers would pay them, and in return the ‘leggers would only spend six months in jail, on rotation. So, on paper it looked like the cops were doing good work, which kept the Feds off their backs.”

Alanna added a few more stories, including the time her ancestor used his 8-year-old daughter as distraction by putting her on top of the booze on a donkey lead cart. The group was laughing by the time Alanna was done with her stories.

Kersurth had rarely seen them laugh so much. It was a little disturbing. He also understood very little of the story. He assumed he was missing a lot of historical and cultural context.

Justin smacked his glass down on the table and refilled for the fourth time. “Okay, in continuation of the alcohol and ancestors, I have a story about a great, great, something uncle of mine. He’s the reason its illegal to drive a tractor drunk in the state of Kansas.”

The following story Justin told had Michael and Alanna laughing so hard they were wheezing. Erica fell out of her chair and it took her a moment to collect herself enough to get off the floor.

Again, Kersurth did not understand the humans. They seemed to find the stories entertaining, but why bother to remember them? The ones they spoke of were long dead. Why bother to remember them?

Humans were weird.

.  .  .

Veertomic was very pleased to have been selected to study human social behavior. They were complex, and seemingly half the rules changed depending on the region. It was fascinating.

Today was a special day. Her sponsor, Daniel, was taking her to a memorial. She had seen memorials before, for soldiers fallen in battle, for great heroes, of people of historical significance, even cemeteries filled with small memorials to the dead humans. The great pyramids in Egypt were just elaborate tombs. For a species brimming with life they had a weird obsession with death.

Which made today so interesting. They were going to a memorial site where a ceremony was going to be held. The location was a small garden. A new plague had been erected, with a lot of names on it. A man stood and gave a small speech. A fire had happened at this location, one hundred years ago to the day. 107 people had lost their lives and 54 people were injured. They were dedicating a new plague. The man read the names of all 161 victims of the fire. Then there were 11 minutes of silence, one minute for every hour the fire burned. All in all it was a touching ceremony.

Veertomic had so many questions. She needed to be very… delicate in how she approached Daniel. He was even tempered but she found humans could be volatile over the topic of death.

“I would ask a few clarifying questions about today’s ceremony.”

Daniel raised his eyebrows. “Shoot.”

“You were not related too any of the deceased?”

“No, I’m not.”

“And you didn’t know them?”

“No, this happened waaay before I was born.”

“And you don’t know anyone who was related to any of the victims?”

“No.”

“Then… why attend?” Why are they important Veertomic does not ask, but that’s what she really wants to know.

Daniel looked somber. “Because they deserve to be remembered.”

“Why?” bursts out of her, and she cringes, hoping she didn’t make him mad.

Daniel doesn’t get mad. Instead his facial expression, body language, and tone convey ‘this is a very important human thing’ as he explained further. “Those 107 people died in a horrific was that should not happen to anyone. It was a tragedy that should be remembered. They had family, friends, hopes, dreams, ambitions. They lived and they should be remembered.”

.  .  .

AN: My Grandma passed in January 2020, my favorite uncle passed very unexpectedly in March 2022, and a friend passed from cancer in June 2022. My other story, Grief, delt with that. This story is more about remembering and honoring those who have passed.

The uncle from Kansas comment is from Tumblr user @patternsinnoise. Just Shower Thoughts posted about people being forgotten within three generations, and patternsinnoise replied "Tell that to my great, great uncle, who is the reason that it’s illegal to drive a tractor while drunk in the state of Kansas”.

The story about the pigs, and the bootlegger grandfather are based on actual stories from my family. My great grandma really was used a few times to throw off suspicions.

#earth is space australia #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are weird #aliens #humans are deathworlders #pack bonding

[poisonlove]

Miss Ortega | j.o

Part 1 part 2 part 3

Part 4

With boredom, I tapped my fingers on the wooden surface of the teachers' lounge desk. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the wall clock.

I must say, this place wasn't bad.

The walls were white, there was a huge desk with a dozen chairs around it, a cabinet with several lockers labeled with the names of the professors, and in one corner of the room, there stood a lonely coffee machine. I wrinkled my nose in disgust when my eyes caught sight of the color scheme of the curtains, a sad plant as decoration on the shelf near the clock.

Meanwhile, I had retrieved my backpack thanks to Enid, as I had forgotten it in the cafeteria. The blonde had asked me what to do, but I simply took the object from her hands and left, leaving her with a surprised look on her face.

"Here I am, sorry for being late," I lifted my head and looked at Jenna. Professor Ortega looked exhausted, and her breathing was heavy from running to make it on time.

"Don't worry, you're on time," I smiled, and she leaned against the wooden door, catching her breath.

In reality, she was five minutes late, but I wasn't going to make a big deal out of it.

"How was it?" I asked. Jenna sighed, raising her hands to convey the gravity of the situation.

"A disaster. I had to remove at least a couple of students from the class who were flirting with me," she rolled her eyes with irritation, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I remember... you didn't have much luck, did you?" I asked rhetorically. Jenna looked at me unfriendlily. I raised my hands in surrender.

"Before we leave... can you do me a favor?" Jenna leaned on the doorframe, looking at me with a clear intention of making me understand that I needed to move.

"Leave?'" I looked at her curiously.

"Never mind. See those lockers? Go to mine and take the stack of papers. They're in a yellow folder," Jenna pointed me in the direction to go, ignoring my question. I walked towards the lockers, reading the surnames before finding "J.Ortega."

"Um... how do I open it?" I looked at the padlock, biting my lip nervously.

"Oh, how silly of me..." she laughed and started rummaging in her backpack. The tip of her tongue was slightly sticking out, as if she was focused on finding something in her bag. She smiled triumphantly when she pulled out a set of keys.

She raised them and proudly showed them to me.

"Here you go." Jenna threw the keyring to me from the other side of the room, and I almost dropped it. I turned my back to Professor Ortega, starting to organize the keys in my hands. There were at least five of them, and one of them was definitely the key to her car.

"The one with the tape," Jenna tiptoed, trying to figure out why it was taking me so long.

I inserted the key with the tape into the lock and smiled when I heard the sound of the locker opening. I opened it and saw a stack of folders. I blinked in surprise and realized that one of these folders seemed to be from our class.

In fact, the yellow folder was our test papers.

I guess she had just put them in her locker because she had them in her backpack a few hours ago. Without thinking too much, I grabbed the stack of papers. I closed the locker and put the keys in my pocket.

I turned around and saw Jenna, who had not only her backpack but also mine on her shoulder.

"Well, now follow me," Jenna gave me a playful smile and took my wrist, dragging me behind her. With flushed cheeks, I tried not to think about the fact that Jenna was holding my hand, focusing instead on not dropping the folder.

We took a few steps before reaching an empty classroom. Sandy, the janitor, looked at us with consternation because he had just finished cleaning. "Don't worry, we won't touch anything," Jenna assured him, giving him a friendly smile.

We entered the room.

Jenna let go of my wrist and sat on the teacher's desk, picking up a forgotten pen between her fingers.

"Can you help me? In the meantime, we can discuss what we're going to do" Jenna reached out her hand, asking me to hand over the yellow folder. A strange sensation buzzed in my veins, excited by the request.

Correcting my classmates' exams? A dream come true.

I nodded several times and sat down next to Jenna, accepting the stack of papers she had given me. Along with them was a pen.

"So... when could you stop by in the afternoon?" Jenna focused her attention on the test in her hands, absentmindedly biting the pen. She raised an eyebrow as she began scribbling some calculations with the red pen.

"On Tuesday?" I looked at the exam in horror. Shaking my head, I started writing the corrections on the side. "And on Friday, I think," I finished the sentence, lifting the corner of my lips sadly.

"I don't have to put the grades, right?" I asked, looking at the paper.

Jenna stopped writing, leaning in my direction to see what I had done. Her hand rested on my knee, putting weight on my leg. She analyzed the test with her gaze and then shook her head. She gave my leg a comforting squeeze before breaking the contact.

My heart raced.

"No, don't worry, I'll take care of the grades" she gave me a shy smile before starting to correct another test.

"Oh my goodness," I exclaimed, placing the test I had taken in my hands on top of the others.

"Her name is Sinclair... the blonde next to you? Your friend?" she asked absentmindedly. Suddenly, I nodded, feeling anxiety grow. She gave me a shy smile.

"For now, it's the only passing grade I've given," she smiled at the great news.

Amidst the chatter and the murmurs of disapproval from some truly unpleasant exams, Jenna and I finished correcting. I looked at the clock and realized that almost an hour had passed.

"Well... that was fun," she exclaimed playfully, rubbing my eyes from tiredness.

"Now I should go, it's getting late," she yawned, and she smiled, nodding timidly.

"Thank you... see you on Friday then? I don't think you need to stop by tomorrow since you're already late today," she stepped down from the desk and took the corrected papers.

I left the keys on the desk.

"Then see you on Friday... no, on Wednesday for the lesson," I smiled, and she winked at me. I picked up my backpack from the floor and started walking towards the school exit.

When I stepped out of the school, I looked up and saw an unfriendly cloud over our city. I started walking since it would be a long walk before I reached home. I tightened the strap of my backpack and sighed from exhaustion.

I wanted to go home and sleep until tomorrow.

A single drop of water fell on the tip of my nose, then another landed on my lips before the rain increased. I didn't even have an umbrella, and the rain was soaking me. I started walking faster, trying to avoid catching a cold from the excessive rain.

A lightning bolt tore through the sky.

I closed my eyes at the loud noise and shivered at the sensation of wet clothes. The sound of a horn made me look towards the street. I squinted my eyes and looked with surprise at the person honking insistently. The passenger window rolled down, and I could see Jenna Ortega sitting on the driver's side.

Professor Ortega, holding the steering wheel with one hand, looked at me with a smile. She leaned over and opened the door.

"How about I give you a ride?" she offered.

I smiled and started seriously considering whether Jenna was an angel.

(...)

The car journey is quite silent.

My eyes were looking out the window, relaxed by the sound of rain falling against the ground. Another shiver ran down my spine from the sensation of wet clothes against my skin. I crossed my arms against my chest, trying to generate as much warmth as possible.

Jenna slows down as she sees the traffic light turn red in the distance.

Occasionally, I could feel her eyes on me, but I was too embarrassed by the situation to think of what to say. I settle back into my seat, tilting my head towards the driver's side.

Did I mention she has a perfect profile? Well... because she has a perfect profile. Her eyes slightly gleamed as she looked at the street, and her lips formed a shy smile. Our gazes met, holding for a couple of seconds.

The traffic light turned green.

"Straight ahead, right?" she asked absentmindedly, shifting gears by moving the lever upward. I mumble in response, tucking a completely wet strand of hair away from my face.

Professor Ortega sighs and leans forward with her free hand to click the radio button, almost as if to break the silent atmosphere. The sweet and melancholic notes of "Golden Hour" resonate in the car.

"I like this song," she admits, turning the knob to increase the volume. I looked at her with an open mouth, surprised that she knows this song.

"Do you know it?" the question sounded more aggressive than I intended, and she glances at me, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm only 23, I'm not that old," she says, with a tone as natural as if it were the least strange thing in the world. I open my eyes, incredulous at her words.

"We're only 5 years apart?!" I exclaim, and Jenna, seeing my reaction, bursts into laughter.

It was the second time I heard her laugh, even if it happened on the same day, but despite that, it seemed like the most beautiful thing in the world. Her eyes narrowed almost as if she were squinting, and the dimples on her face formed perfectly. Her nose twitched slightly, and her head leaned forward almost reflexively, her shoulders vibrating with the deafening and angelic laughter. Jenna looked at me, thoroughly amused.

I almost felt satisfied to be the cause of this harmonious sound.

I clear my throat, looking out the window, embarrassed by the intensity.

"To the left..." I whisper, still in shock. I could see in the distance the row of houses, and among them, mine. A red roof, completely restored. Jenna stops on the side of the street, turning off the car.

I grab the backpack that was resting on my feet, turning towards Jenna.

"Thanks for the ride," I affirm, and she raises her lower lip as a hint of a smile, shaking her head reassuringly.

"Don't worry, it's been a pleasure."

I look at Jenna in confusion as she unfastens her seatbelt. The dark-haired woman turns towards me, leaning slowly towards my body. The beats of my heart increase recklessly, surprised by the sudden gesture. Her brown eyes almost fervently gaze at the lower part of my face, precisely my lips. Our noses brush against each other, and my breath gets stuck in my throat. A mischievous smile spreads across her lips, immediately capturing the attention of my eyes.

Full and perfect lips.

One of her hands moves in my direction, to the side of my head. I close my eyes, relaxing and anticipating the contact between our mouths.

My first kiss.

The click of the door opening behind me makes me open my eyes in confusion.

I open my eyes with a sudden realization.

Jenna returned to her seat, looking at me with confusion. She most likely saw my cheeks completely red.

Oh my god, how could I think she would kiss me? She's my damn calculus teacher!

My lungs suddenly need as much oxygen as possible, and it felt impossible. I felt trapped in this car.

I had to get out of here.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and instinctively leaned forward, thanking Jenna with a kiss on the cheek. The professor opens her eyes in surprise. The contact of my lips on her cheek lasted only a few seconds, so brief that I almost doubted if I had kissed her.

I immediately regret it, seeing her eyes looking at me with a mix of confusion and amusement, her gaze softening. With difficulty, I get out of the car, with the clear intention of leaving before doing something completely stupid.

I reach the door of my house and ring the bell. While I wait for someone to open, Jenna's BMW starts and drives away.

This is bullshit.

***

Before I knew it, Wednesday had already arrived. With my backpack on my back and walking sadly towards school, I listened to "death bed coffee for your head" playing in my headphones.

Let's just say I wasn't very excited about going to school today... because I was going to see Jenna in the last period. I had a clear feeling that I had messed everything up the other day, and I was embarrassed at the thought of crossing her wonderful brown eyes.

Damn it, another compliment.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, clutching my backpack. The production of the song was interrupted when I saw Enid approaching in the distance, full of energy.

"Hey..." I said sadly, taking off my headphones. The blonde looked at me with confusion.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, immediately noticing my mood.

And what if something is wrong? The thing is, in just two damn days, I've developed feelings for my Calculus teacher... I had the illusion that she would kiss me... I kissed her on the cheek, and I was terrified to see her.

Of course, I wasn't going to tell her that.

"Nothing... I haven't slept very well... you know... nightmares," I shrugged indifferently, adjusting my school uniform collar. Not only did I have to wear a stupid, horribly striped black and purple uniform, but I also had an annoying knot that prevented me from breathing.

Damn tie.

It was also about two degrees or so... in other words, freezing cold.

"Did this nightmare have brown eyes and a charming smile?" Enid asked absentmindedly, putting an arm around my shoulders.

I tensed up at her words but tried not to show it. I had forgotten that Enid was very perceptive when it came to reading people. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and slowly shook my head.

"No, actually, I lost count of how many eyes the monster had," I said hastily, inventing an unbelievable excuse.

"Sure..." she looked at me with narrowed eyes, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"Hey, girls!" someone shouted.

We turned towards the sound of the voice and saw Ajax and Xavier. The guy with the beret approached Enid, putting an arm around her waist. The blonde got distracted and turned towards her boyfriend, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss.

Xavier and I made a disgusted sound.

The misunderstood and artistic guy from Nevermore stood by my side, greeting me with a nod.

I managed to avoid Enid's interrogation.

"Mind if I steal her, T/N?" Ajax asked, smiling at Enid. I pretended to gag when I saw the blonde's eyes shine with love and mischief. I removed Enid's hand from my shoulder, and the oldest of the group took the blonde's free hand, interlacing their fingers, and ran off laughing through the school gardens.

"Well... it's just you and me," Xavier blushed, covering his cheeks with his long hair. I laughed nervously, walking through the gates of Nevermore. I knew Xavier had feelings for me, but I only saw him as a friend... a little brother, and I didn't want to disappoint him.

"Do we have Art now?" I swallowed nervously. Xavier nodded.

I took a few steps, and my eyes widened when I saw Jenna in the distance.

My cheeks turned red, and I stood frozen in place. Jenna Ortega was talking animatedly with her coworker. My heart raced with nervousness and, at the same time, captivated by the sight of her.

Today, Professor Ortega was dressed casually.

She wore a simple oversized pink hoodie, ripped jeans at the knees, and white Air Force sneakers.Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail.

The absence of heels accentuated her height.

I grabbed Xavier's arm and started walking down the hallway when I saw Jenna turning in our direction. I relaxed, knowing that I had avoided the dark-haired woman, and let out a sigh of relief as I walked towards our class.

(...)

I managed to avoid Jenna in various ways, but I couldn't avoid her in the last class. I sighed and entered the classroom, bowing my head when I saw Jenna sitting in the chair in front of the desk.

I felt extremely guilty when I saw a smile spreading across her lips. Damn, that oversized sweatshirt made her so adorable.

"Hey..." she said, almost nervously.

I remained silent, avoiding her gaze. I focused on looking towards the back of the class, and disappointment washed over me when I saw Enid and Spenser sitting together, occupying my usual spot. The girl still had a red nose as a symbol of her cold, and Enid was enthusiastically talking with her friend.

I felt so betrayed.

Impatiently, I took the only available seat, right in front of the lectern. I placed my backpack on the floor and felt a bit frustrated. Jenna looked at me with a raised eyebrow, seemingly trying to figure out what was going on.

"Are you okay?" she asked, standing up and putting her hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt. I held back a smile as I found her adorable and nodded my head. Jenna made a face of concern when I didn't respond. She looked at me with stern eyes, her jaw clenched, almost annoyed.

If I acted cold, maybe I could avoid talking to Jenna.

"I'm fine," I replied coldly, avoiding eye contact. I grabbed my pencil case and notebook, ready for the lesson.

Jenna huffed and made a strange sound in her throat.

In my peripheral vision, I saw her hand dangerously approaching, and my eyes widened when I saw her target. Jenna's hand grabbed mine and made me stand up from the chair. I tried to remain calm as I followed Jenna walking towards the classroom exit, our hands intertwined. A pleasant sensation fluttered in my stomach, and I ignored the soft touch of her palm against mine.

Before crossing the door, I saw Enid getting up from her seat, looking at me with concern.

"Excuse us," Jenna's request sounded stern as she tried to pass through the students who were rushing to their classes.

I looked at Jenna and unintentionally smiled when I realized she was slightly taller than me.

The Professor Ortega reached a closet and opened the door. She forcefully closed it, seeking privacy, and let go of our intertwined hands, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What's going on?" she looked at me seriously, her jaw clenched.

"Nothing... Can we go back to class? We have a lesson," I glanced distractedly at the door, feeling the need to escape from that cramped space.

"Otherwise, I'm the teacher... so you'll stay here," she stared at me, her irises filled with anger. "Why have you been avoiding me since this morning? And don't say you haven't been, because I know you have been avoiding me." Her gaze softened, her brown eyes shining with sadness.

"I...," I took a deep breath.

If I want to get out of here, I have to tell the truth.

"I don't know... I was afraid I made you feel uncomfortable the other day," I confessed, feeling a weight lifted off my chest.

Jenna relaxed, giving me a shy smile. "You didn't make me feel uncomfortable... if that was the problem... well, you can rest assured," she shrugged, smiling again.

"Okay," I smiled, relieved.

"T/N... Next time, speak instead of running away, okay? After all, I'm your teacher... I can help you with anything," she looked at me with doe eyes, absentmindedly biting her lower lip.

And that was the problem... that you're my teacher... Jenna.

"Now... Shall we go back to class? I think the others must be wondering where we've been," I affirm, swallowing nervously.

Jenna nods timidly, and we leave the closet, walking back to the classroom, this time feeling a weight lifted off our shoulders.

Or maybe not entirely.

(...)

"So... a line integral or path integral is an integral where the function being integrated is evaluated along a path or curve," I repeat, glancing at Jenna across the room.

It had been three weeks since the last turbulent encounter with Professor Ortega in the closet, and since then, we had been maintaining a practically perfect relationship without any misunderstandings. Twice a week, we would meet in the empty classroom, studying advanced mathematics for the upcoming end-of-year exam. It seemed that this competition was going to take place in late March, right on the eve of graduation.

I place the bottom of the pen between my lips, feeling both exhausted and satisfied with my work.

Jenna walks in my direction. Her black boots come into view, and I slowly examine her with my gaze. Today, Jenna is wearing a green-and-white plaid skirt that reaches just above mid-thigh, matching her green polo. I almost feel like crying under her attentive and intimidating gaze.

She playfully taps my cheek, smiling with all 32 teeth.

"You see, after two hours, you finally figured it out," she asks rhetorically, and I look away from her inappropriate comment. I gently remove her hand from my face and stand up from the chair, completely tired.

I glance at the clock and sigh, realizing once again that it's gotten late.

"We should meet somewhere else... I practically live in this school," I mutter to myself, clenching my jaw to hide my displeasure.

"You're right," Jenna comments, and I turn towards her direction. I didn't think she would hear me. Professor Ortega puts the book in her backpack and looks at me with a slight smile on her lips.

"If it's not too... strange," she begins, pausing briefly, almost regretting what she said. "We can meet at my place," she concludes, putting the backpack on her back.

My eyes widen, and my cheeks turn red. A pleasant sensation spreads down my spine at the mere thought of staying at Jenna's house. Professor Ortega shakes her head, somewhat disappointed that I didn't give an immediate response.

"Well... I just... should know the address," I scratch the back of my neck nervously.

Jenna lets out a sigh of relief and smiles. She takes her phone from her bag and walks towards me, looking at her device. "How about I give you my number?" Her fingers tap something on the screen, most likely responding to a message.

"So, I'll send it to you on WhatsApp," she concludes, looking at me through her long lashes.

I nod my head, still speechless.

Jenna hands me her phone, a beautiful iPhone 14. I see that she has already opened the contact. Glancing at Jenna, I enter my number, feeling a bit surprised. I hand the phone back to the brunette, and she puts it in her bag.

"Well... then we'll catch up," she gives me a smile, revealing her dimples. Walking past me and always tilting her head with a smile on her lips, she exits the room.

Jenna... she asked for my number.

(...)

When I left school, I saw Enid leaning against the door of her new car. The blonde waved at me and walked in my direction, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I returned the hug, relaxing under her touch. Enid breaks the hug, jumping with happiness.

"Are you ready?" Enid takes my backpack from my hands, opens the trunk, and carelessly throws it in. She squeals and takes my hand, making me get into the passenger side.

"Ready? Ready for what?" I look at the blonde with confusion and fasten my seatbelt.

"For a party, of course." She inserts the key into the lock and starts the car. I widen my eyes and shake my head.

"At... 8 PM?" I said incredulously.

"No, I want to go home," I admit, and Enid mutters, bored. She shifts gears and drives towards the exit of Nevermore, crossing the iron gates.

"It's Friday... T/N, it's been ages since we went to a party together... lately, you've been studying too much, really too much," she absentmindedly bites her lower lip.

She turns towards me, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Alright... but we'll stay for a couple of hours, and then we go home... but... WATCH OUT!" I grip the seatbelt tightly when I see Enid running the red light.

Who the hell gave her a license?

"So, party?" she smiled, exhilarated by the victory. "Where are we going?" I catch my breath, relieved that I'm still alive. Enid turns back towards me.

"Look at the road," I add, still scared. Enid grips the steering wheel tightly, showing me her new nail polish combination.

"At Edward's house," she says, shrugging indifferently. Her eyes sparkle with excitement. "Edward?" I ask, sighing in frustration.

"He's an idiot... but he throws good parties," the blonde admits, and I fall silent, not knowing what else to add.

In the distance, we see Edward Smith's huge house, and despite the late hour of the party, people can already be seen entering his house. Extravagant lights invade the neighborhood, and deafening music resonates from meters away.

Enid parks, and we get out of the car, walking towards the entrance of the house. A notification on my phone prompts me to take it out of my pocket, and I furrow my brow when I see that I have received a phone number from an unknown sender.

*Unknown*

"Hi! It's Jenna, well... this is my number."

I smile and save her number, amused that she felt the need to specify whose number it was.

"Hi Jenna, I'm T/N."

A few seconds later, I receive a message from her.

Jenna*: Really? Don't tell me :/

Silly :3

I put my phone back in my pocket and enter the house, ready to let loose but with a smile on my lips.

#wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #miércoles addams #jenna ortega x y/n #wednesday x you #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday addams x you #professor #school #student #love

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Niffty Redesign🐛

Made my own take on Niffty for Fun!!!!!!!!💖 I def thought a lot on what to try with her!!!!

Pushed for a more 50’s Housewife aesthetic/hotel maid vibe. She’s wearing a pinafore apron which was very popular during that era and I took the poodle skirt idea and reworked it into the apron, but rather than a poodle it’s a bug 🐛. Also brought back warmer colors like the pilot look had. Pastel yellow was def a pop color!

Also added a name tag as to show she works for the hotel 🏨

Added more splotches and made them bigger on her apron. Polkadots were popular in that time and I think are cute(lot of her concepts had polka dots on her) plus I can see her wanting people to assume she’s a ladybug or Asian Lady Beetle 🐞 (@peeperscreeperz made a take of Niffty being that which is AMAZING and I considered making her that too but I ended up going a different route). I can see her also wanting them to give off flowers…only for most people to see them as blood stains.🌸🩸

Also gave her those iconic cleaning gloves 🧤. Shes the Hotels maid AND cook afterall 🧽 👩‍🍳

Gave her a bandana bow for the housewife and maid look and because I think it’s cute and lowkey gives off antennae. I LOVE the idea of her being a bug demon so I went with that. I was going for a subtle ambiguity of what she’s suppose to be(she’s hiding what she is).

Gave her warmer eye color back! Also made the pupil more leaf shaped 🍃.

Added gradient for her limbs.

Added extra limbs. Great for extra cleaning 🧹 🧼

Her hairs actually antennae…and extra legs 🦵

Gave her three fingers.

Made her eye bigger(bugs often got big eyes! Or for her case eye 👁️)

Added a lil bug instead of a poodle for her apron!🪳

For her color motif, went back to warmer colors and because for mine I’m going with a rainbow motif she’s Yellow💛🌈 the color known for its positives such as joy and friendship…but can also mean negative things such as Deceit, illness and often used as a warning color⚠️ it was also a popular color for Sci-Fi posters(she was based on B-Alien Movies)

Made her skin a kinda warm pastel orange🧡 I missed her having a warm palette but I also get why they changed it due to her roots 🇯🇵. So I went with orange!!!! Her hairs also a more brownish red-orange.

For her bug theme,

I went with something that I figure would connect her both to her ability to take down pests so well and Japanese origins. The Japanese Centipede! Centipedes are great for pest control but apparently to Japan they’re considered symbols of evil and rottenness, plus with how they look they often scare people even those they don’t pose serious threats to humans, which I think fits Niffty’s whole desire to be loved only to accidentally scare people away…shunned & unloved by a world she can’t seem to fit in💔

HUGE Spoiler alert!!!! Hazbin Hotel

With the reveal of Husk being once an Overlord I like to believe the same with Niffty but rather than souls(talked about this with @a-sterling-rose, she was an immensely powerful sinner like Alastor, but alas her form was far too big and scary for people to want to get close to and she was alone…until Alastor offered her a deal he’d provide a more approachable form in return for her eternal service)

A lot of her looks meant to be hiding what she is. Disguising her extra limbs as hair, her body’s color scheme based on a centipedes, poofy dress that could cover extra, even the bug design could be Interpreted as a long centipede. I was also going for a subtle sharp, mini legs for her apron ruffles, giving off her trying to look sweet and soft but could also be interpreted in another way…

I read and learned from a @lovesart23 redesign vid for her that, she was meant to be based on B-Alien Movies. LOVE that and I tried it myself(hardest part was figuring out what bug to make her and what themes to go with) but I ended up going for another Sci-Fi route. Kaiju/Giant Bug monsters. Creatures like Godzilla or those giant bugs creatures like “the Tingler” 1959(which was a centipede monster I read). I figure it’d connect well to both her struggles of fitting in but also her Japanese Roots.

Monsters are tragic beings. They are born too tall, too strong, too heavy. They are not evil by choice. That is their tragedy. They do not attack people because they want to, but because of their size and strength, mankind has no other choice but to defend himself. After several stories such as this, people end up having a kind of affection for the monsters. They end up caring about them."

— Ishir⁠ō Honda The Director of Godzilla

Plus some certain Kaijus could qualify as Aliens!.

There’s even a Yokai/demon based on the centipede know as the Ōkumade!

CW freaky Pictures of centipedes and Mice

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

I’ve also done Charlie, Vaggie and Angel🍎🦋🕷️

#Hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel redesigns #Hazbin hotel niffty #niffty #nifty #niffty redesign #Nifty redesign #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel fanart #my art #my redesign #hazbin redesign #hazbin redesigns #Hh #hazbinhotel #Overlord niffty #hazbin hotel art #Hazbin hotel rewrite

[chubsonthemoon]

GUESS WHOSE BOOK ARRIVED TODAYYYYYY SO NOW I GET TO POST PICS!!!!

This is To Hell and Back Again, by dear dear @perexcri. Cover design by @byierficrecs (thank you SO much for letting me use your design!). Binding by me!

I'm not in ST fandom, but I had the pleasure of skimming this fic while I was typesetting, and can I just say? I'm rooting for these kids SO hard. I'd go to hell and back again for them--[GUNSHOT]

But in all seriousness, Leah's writing is whip-smart, sincere, and funny as hell. I cannot recommend it enough to anyone who is a fan of these crazy kids. Her ao3 is a veritable treasure trove of excellent byler stories, which you should absolutely check out right now go do it!!!

As usual, process chatter and more pics, under the cut! <3

WORD COUNT: 144k

FONTS:

Title: Hellprint

Heading/Chapter Headings/Spine Titling: Norwester

C4 Summary: Roboto Condensed

Main Body Text: Garamond

COVER MATERIAL: Epson Premium Presentation Paper Matte, printed on my Epson Ecotank (more on that later baha)

HEADBANDS: Trebizond silk thread in the colors Garnet and Black

EDGE PAINTING: Acrylic paint in Crimson and Black

TITLING: Red iron-on foil for the text and white HTV for my maker's mark. Cut by Charlotte, my Cricut!

BINDING:

This was my first go at a German Bradel binding! I've seen lots of Renegade folks use this method and am so psyched I got around to trying it myself. I modified DAS's approach a bit and tipped on endpapers instead of sewing them in (there were a lot of new things to learn so I decided to shelve sewn endpapers for the next binding XD). I also only had 2.0 mm bookboard instead of 1.0 mm, so instead of layering two of the same boards like DAS did, I instead used one 2.0 mm board and one very thin piece of cardboard to create the groove for the hinge. The original article that DAS bases his video on actually uses boards of two different sizes too--a "thick" board and a "thin" board--but I still want to experiment with DAS's way of doing it, especially since I think it'll be easier to do cutouts on thinner board.

As far as matching the groove with the hinge, I think I did pretty okay for my first try! One board is definitely better fitting than the other though baha. There's always room for improvement, but hey that's where half the fun is anyway (and also you can't tell after the case-in whew), so I'm not stressed about it :D

COLOR SCHEME:

Nearly all of my design decisions for the color scheme were based off of @byierficrecs's gorgeous cover design! They were so generous in letting me use their cover and answering my questions about fonts, for which I can't thank them enough. And with so many wonderful elements to work with, it was so much fun to tease out the elements I loved from their work!

I decided to keep with the theme of red/black, which I also thought was fitting for a ST fic set largely in the Upside Down. Thus, black painted edges with red vines, as a kind of inverted, "upside down" continuation of the cover:

Even the thread I used to sew the signatures is red/black! :3 (please also ignore how the picture of the textblock is not focused on the actual textblock ajsldkfjs it was very late when I took that photo)

COVER PRINTING:

This was my first time printing a cover on my new printer (!!!), and BOY oh boy was it an adventure. Figuring out the dimensions took a second, but not as long as it took me to figure out what settings produced something I was happy with. Behold, all my test prints:

Very long story short, let's just say now I understand why being a prepress color specialist is literally a career you can have in publishing LOL.

Also, for some reason I could only sometimes get the bleed to work? Basically what I ended up doing was painting over the parts where the design didn't quite extend over the turn-ins, using with the same black acrylic paint I used for the edges. You can see this more clearly in the photos I took of the groove, and the endpapers covered the messy bits when I cased in:

THE MAIN INGREDIENT: LOVE

Finally!! The most important part of the process!!! HI LEAH ILY!!!! This fic is special for a lot of personal reasons, but chief among them is LOVE!!!! Your A/N's made me tear up when I first read it, because AH! You read my words of love!!! And went and wrote hundreds of thousands of your own words of love!!! And now I hope I've given that love back once again :3 And on and on we go, ad infinitum, until we are relieved of the curse of literacy and greet whatever comes after all this, thanks be to Todd. But until then, I'm so glad I get to shoot holes out of bagels and scream about radioactive tumblr posts and cry over fake people with you, friend :] Truly, peace and love on FUCKING Planet Earth. We are making it and we will all go together when we--[ANOTHER GUNSHOT]

I'm so excited to see where we're going, and what other stories we have to tell. But for now: EEEEEEEE YOU WROTE A BOOK!!!!!!!

<33333!!!

#Stranger Things #Byler #bookbinding #fanbinding #ficbinding #To Hell and Back Again #perexcri #friend fic! #<333

[gejo333]

El Destino- Chapter One

Miguel x fem! Spider! Reader fanfic

It’s finally here! Chapter one of El Destino! I know I promised it yesterday, but I wasn’t 100% loving it yet. But after rewriting some things and editing it I decided it was ready to be seen!!!

In the photo, I wanted to give the color scheme of the spider outfit.

My Spanish is no where near perfect so I had to rely a bit on Spanish Dict. (waaay better than google translate.) I also apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

WC: 2.3k

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Nueva York- Earth 3030

The chatter of people and the noise of the coffee machine blurred from the 24-year-old woman as she stared aimlessly at her computer screen. Her gaze kept moving from her work to her phone every time she heard it make a buzz. Rolling her eyes, she turned it on silent and flipped it over, determined to focus on her work and not on some guy she barely knew.

You slumped back against your chair, gaze now, staring at the popcorn ceiling. No amount of coffee would make your mind focus on the tasks that had an impending deadline. Suddenly, a figure approached you and placed a coffee on the table.

“Here.” Your gaze moved toward the woman standing in front of you.

“Aw, thanks, Michelle, that’s sweet of you. The next drink is on me.”

“Y/n, if we go out for drinks. I’m paying. How else can I impress my future sister-in-law.” Michelle chuckled as she waited for you to gather your things. You then walked out of the cafe and onto the humid streets of Nueva York.

“Girl, you’re my best friend. You don’t have to impress me. Though I think you and my brother are a cute couple, I’ll never understand what you see in him. He’s such a dork. You better not remove your last name once you tie the knot.” You grab your sunglasses and put them on. The summer sun of Nueva York was always brutal.

“I’ll still be Officer Moreno. But L/N is such a nice name too! I’m still going to take it.” Michelle smiles down at you. She was a tall woman. Almost 5 inches taller than you. You thought you were tall at 5’ 8’.” But her brother didn’t mind since he was 6’ 6.” You both entered the main building of Alchemex, where your brother worked.

You made it to his office after passing through the front desk and the annoying security checks. Right before walking in, you both jump in fright from a small explosion in the room.

“Liam?!”

“Honey?!”

You rush inside the office to see the man in question laughing as he wipes away the black smoke from his goggles. You let out a long breath, relief that he was alright. Michelle rushed to her fiance’s side.

“I’m fine. Just a little misstep in my experiment.” Liam cupped her cheek, grazing his thumb softly against her skin to ease her worries. Michelle pinched his cheek hard before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“You had me and your sister worried. Be more careful next time!”

“I’ll try my best. But being an Alchemex scientist means taking those risks! Breaking the barrier of our knowledge of the universe!”

“Dork.” You rolled your eyes at your annoying brother, which earned a chuckle from Michelle.

“Hey! At least I’m contributing something to society. All you do is write.” Liam whined as he began to clean up his mess.

“I’m a journalist! I work for the Nueva York Times! I should report your ass and your stupid projects. But I’m a nice sister.” You scoffed, offended by his comment.

“If you say anything to the public, my job will be on the line!” Liam grew more upset than annoyed as Michelle got between the L/N siblings to stop bickering. You rolled your eyes.

“You know one thing you lack in the intellect department, Liam? It’s Sarcasm.” You stopped laughing, knowing you had pulled one of his triggers.

Thankfully Michelle was there to calm him down. Unbeknownst to anyone in the room, a small spider squeezed through a crack in the ceiling. Its gaze went in multiple directions, looking for its victim. It took less than a second for its gaze to lock down on you as it descended. The silver and light blue spider glistened against the ceiling lights, sparkling like a diamond. It landed on your shoulder before it made its way to its destination.

“Well, I was going to tell you both over dinner tonight. It seems now is better.” Michelle spoke up, which brought the L/n sibling’s full attention.

“What is it, Mich?” Asked Liam.

“I’m going to be Captain!” Michelle smiled as she jumped in excitement.

“Oh my god! That’s amazing, Michelle!” You said, excited for your best friend.

“I’m so proud of you, Mich!” Liam brings her into a large hug.

“’ I’m finally going to bring change to the Nueva York police force!”

“Well, I’m done here! Let’s celebrate!” said Liam as he finished cleaning his mess.

…

After enjoying dinner with your brother and best friend, you separate ways with them, letting the couple celebrate the rest of the night alone. A sigh of disappointment left you as you reached the steps to your apartment, not wanting the night to end.

You scoffed as your keys slipped and fell to the ground. As you leaned down to pick them up, a scream left your lips when you noticed a spider on your hand. You flicked it off, but not before being bit by the nasty creature.

You rushed into your apartment, no longer wanting to gain the public’s attention with your small outburst. You rushed to the kitchen sink to clean the wound. It stung slightly when you touched it, so you quickly rubbed antibiotic cream, not wanting to get an infection. After the chaos, you turn on the TV as background noise as you get ready for bed.

The news was always playing in your apartment, not just because you were a journalist but because it was safe to know what was happening in the city. You will forever love Nueva York, but it wasn’t the safest city. Always a new story about a villain wreaking havoc and how the police force could barely keep the city safe. Thankfully, Michelle would hopefully change that as she moves up the ranks in the police force. You settle into bed, turning off your lights as you fall asleep to the sound of the news.

…

“Y/n! Why are you asleep! I need this draft by 5!” Your body jolts up from your desk, scared by the sudden intrusion. You fumble with the papers on your desk before passing one to your editor.

“Here. I have it done already.” The older man standing before you eyes narrow slightly before snatching the paper from you.

“You’re lucky that you’re so good at your job, y/n. If you weren't, I would have fired you for sleeping at work!”

“It won’t happen again, sir. I promise.” You heard a scoff come from him before he slammed your office door.

A loud sigh escapes from your lips, slumping back into your chair. You didn’t understand why, but you slept horribly last night. All night the entire room either felt scorching hot or ice cold. Not to mention how your figure looked in the mirror. You have always been in top shape, maintaining a mostly healthy diet and going on runs every other day. But you looked slightly tighter in your ass and thighs. Not to mention how amazing your hair looked after waking up. Usually, it looks like crap, and it takes you half an hour or more to make it look perfect.

However, those differences in your body were not the weirdest thing that happened this morning. Every other minute your hand would be stuck to a surface or an object. You wouldn’t think twice about how you stuck to your ceiling before coming into work late, which your boss was also on your ass about earlier.

Maybe your tired mind was playing tricks on you. But logic seemed to have flown out the window as your mind kept coming up with reasons to say this WAS happening to you. You kept picking up your phone, about to call your brother, but you immediately hung up every time you pressed the call button. What would happen if you told your brother? Alchemex would definitely find out. They would want to run all kinds of tests on you. The thought brought chills down your spine. You also thought about calling Michelle. But thought against it. Even though she was your best friend, you felt she wouldn’t understand.

It was only 1 in the afternoon, but you felt like the day had already ended. Since all your important deadlines are done, you’ll leave early to run errands.

…

A long groan escapes you, finally done with your last errand, as you walk out of the grocery store, walking back home. As you walked back, the hairs on your neck stood up as if someone had been watching you since you left work. However, every time you check your surroundings, no one was there. Obviously, your lack of sleep has made you delusional.

You decide to turn down an alleyway as a shortcut to your apartment. You thought it would be fine since it was still light out. How wrong you were.

“Give me your wallet.” A voice said from behind you. You felt something pointing into your back.

“Dude, I’m really having a shitty day today. I don’t need you making it worse.”

“I don’t care if your day was amazing or bad. Just give me your wallet, lady!” The man grew annoyed as the thing pointing in your back dug deeper into your spine. You took a chance and turned around.

“Do you really think I will give up my wallet when you don’t even have a gun?”

“Hey! This is a gun! And I’ll use it if you don’t give me your money!” The man said as he pointed whatever object from his jacket.

“Bye now.” You wave them off before continuing on your way.

“Hey!” He goes to grab you, but you quickly turn around, and now he was stuck to the wall?

He tries to move but is trapped in a white sticky substance. You were just as confused as the man. However, it was your chance to escape.

As soon as you turned around, you collided against something hard before falling on your ass to the ground. Looking up, you see a large man in a red and blue suit that completely covers him from head to toe.

This day was getting too weird as you slowly rose to your feet. Before the man could speak, you began to run. However, you didn’t get far as you felt something wrap around you, pulling you straight back to the intimidating figure. Looking down, you see a red rope substance around your waist. You ripped it off, about to run again, when he pulled you back in again.

“Would you let me go!” You yell out in annoyance.

“I told you, you shouldn’t have snuck up on her.” A small digital figure appears next to the man. It appeared to be a woman dressed in a fur coat with heart-shaped glasses hanging off the edge of her nose as she chuckled. The man groaned in frustration.

“How else could I have done it?”

“Umm, hello? Can you tell me what’s going on? Or, more importantly, who the hell are you?”

“My name is Miguel O’Hara. I’m from another dimension. I lead an elite force dedicated to the security of the multiverse… Why are you ignoring me?!”

A grin comes to your lips as you laugh. “Where are the cameras? I must be on some kind of prank show.”

“What? This is not a prank show. I’m from another universe. In my universe, I am Spiderman. In your universe, you are Spiderman. Or, well, Spider Woman.”

“Spider-what?”

“Dios mio! Were you bitten by a spider?” The man before you grew more annoyed, which made you chuckle.

“I was. Last night.”

“That was a radioactive spider genetically mutated in your universe’s Alchemex.”

“How did you..”

“It’s a canon event in every spider-person story. Obviously, yours just started.”

“What’s a canon event?”

“You know what. This will explain everything. Lyla, do the thing.” The small woman appeared next to the man again.

“Huh? What thing?”

“W-What do you mean, ‘What thing? The information explaining thing!” He looks at the small woman as if she should know what he was talking about.

You held your hand to your mouth, trying to hide your laughter. Your entire surrounding turned dark as a series of webs with images appeared.

“What is this?” You gazed at your surroundings, amazed by the sight.

“This is the arachnoid humanoid holy verse.”

“Catchy name.” You chuckle.

“Yeah, ok, it’s a stupid name. But it’s factually accurate. Going back to your question about a canon event. It’s a moment in every spider person’s life, every time. Some are good, some bad, some very bad. However, you don’t need to think about any of that yet. You’re just starting out.” The surroundings changed back just as soon as you were getting curious about what he was saying.

“So, why are you here then?” You ask, curious about the figure before you. You looked him over again. He was in the shape of his life; if only you could see what he was hiding behind that mask.

“I wasn’t planning on coming here. But you popped up on my scanner, so I checked it out. But I came too early. You barely have uncovered your powers yet.” He says as he fiddles with the futuristic watch on his wrist. A large orange portal splits open in thin air. The man turns around and walks into it, disappearing.

“W-wait!” You rushed over to stop him, but you were sucked into the portal before you could stop. The entire thing came all at once, which made your head dizzy. As quick as you entered, you stumbled out onto the floor.

“Ow.” You rubbed your head before standing up. You finally register your surroundings. It was spectacular.

Floors were going in all directions with a person or thing in a red and blue suit walking by as they gave you strange looks as if you had a third eye.

“Where am I?”

A woman in a red and black suit with yellow goggles approaches you.

“You must be new. My name is Jessica Drew. And you?” She smiled.

“Y/n L/n?”

“Well, Y/n, welcome to spider society.”

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Translations

El Destino= Fate

Dios mio= oh my god

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Chapter two should be out in a day or two! In between there will be one shot posts! If you have any one-shot recommendations, don’t hesitate to ask in the comments or dm.

#miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel x reader #jessica drew #fanfic #chapter one #spiderman #future fluff #future smut

[megatron-is-a-mattereel-gurl]

Tell me abt the necrospark guys go wild I am here to listen

NECROSPARK MY SLIGHTLY TRAUMATIZED BABIES!

telling me to go wild about Necrospark is like letting all the rats out of a cage,WHICH IS a GOOD THING. Warning, this might be long.

Where do I even begin with those two-?

So, Necromancer and Scatterspark, Or Necrospark, is a Ship of Two of My Transformers,Specifically Cyberverse,OCs, I call it Necrospark to make it easier.

Necromancer Uses He/They Pronouns, he has one red eye and one blue eye, which he is a little self conscious about, he used to cover the Blue One, but when the war ignited, he started to cover the red one, and leave the blue one uncovered. His main colors in his frame are shades of Blue, except for his One Red Eye and one Biolight Thighs(Garter belt looking thing) that is present on most Cyberverse characters.

Scatterspark is actually Necromancer's Ex-Wife. He was married to her, but let's just say Necromancer had his "Say No To This."" Moment and Scatterspark had her "Burn" Moment. But they did get back together later. They just never remarried.

Oh!Important. Detail about both of them. They are Knights of the Primes Like Thunderhowl. Actually,Necromancer is Thunderhowl's cousin. He's the Knight of Maccadam/Alchemist Prime.

Hey. If Ratchet can have a niece, I think Thunderhowl can have a cousin.

I know, technically, for Scatterspark,Dame is the Correct Term, But Eh. Dame of the Primes doesn't roll off the tongue as well.

Necromancer is Basically as a Character:Alexander Hamilton From Hamilton, Plus Spinel from Steven Universe,Plus Glados from Portal, Plus JD from Heathers.

Oh, yeah, and Necromancer loses his mother figure very early in his life.

Scatterspark uses She/Her Pronouns, but is Pansexual. Her design is mostly pink, as she is inspired Lot by Katherine Howard from Six and Katherine Howard, historically, too. But the pink and the high ponytail were taken from the Six:The Musical Version of her.

Like i said, she was inspired a Lot By Katherine Howard. She was a victim of Grooming/Pedophilia, and she didn't really fall in love with any men after that for a long time. Then she let Necromancer into her heart, and she fell in love with him. Don't worry, Necromancer and her are the same Age. They are perfectly legal. But even there, it took her a lot of time to let Necromancer even be somewhat affectionate with her. And he, being the sweetheart he is, let her take her time.

BTW I'm trying not to cry happy tears writing this,THEY ARE TOO CUTE SOMETIMES.

Now, this is where it gets interesting.

Like I said, Necromancer has a Say No To This Moment. He cheats on Scatterspark with a microwave throwing Oc of Mine by the Name of Nitroquake. Scatterspark has her Burn Moment. They divorce. But they get back together after Necromancer comes back from being shot by Praxis.YES, THAT praxis, WHO IVE TALKED ABOUT. He ain't what he seems.

Anyway, he comes back, and they get back together, and they stay together for a long time, up until early in the war.

And then Alpha Trion,Scatterspark's Liege Prime, asks her to infiltrate the Decepticons, pretend she's one of them,etc,etc. So she does that and reports back to Orion Pax frequently while doing that.

Well, Long Story Short, Megs, finds out about it, and chops her head clean off (in an alleyway) with a blade when she's distracted, I mean, Points for Deception, I guess.

Anyway,Necromancer finds her body and brings her back to life, and tells her to change her color scheme and they are going back to Caminus, which is their Home Planet. So she changes it to blue.

And they Live Pretty Happily After That.

#im sorry this is so long #transformers cyberverse oc #◆knight's honor◇ #✨️necrospark posting ;)✨️ #maccadam #maccadams #i love them sm #cyberverse #transformers cyberverse #tf cyberverse #cyberverse transformers #oc x oc #tf ocs #tf oc #transformers oc #transformers original character

[kelpiemomma]

Besides Volo, I think it was Laventon who figured out what Akari had become before everyone else. As soon as Kamado had let him go into the field to do survey work with Rei again he went, actually venturing into the Fieldlands besides his aid to look for her. They used a couple pokemon to try and locate Akari but they only found a couple of her items and her satchel, scattered amongst pokemon and across the territory. It wasn't hard to determine she was dead from that.

But Akari, and a couple other survey members (i... may be making OCs for other survey members), had run into Zorua and Zoroarks before. Rei, with his limited team, kept clear of the ice caverns in the Alabaster Icelands but those who were confident enough (or overconfident) would explore cautiously and had run into the fox pokemon a handful of times. Akari had even caught a Zorua, though it had appeared so miserable that she set it free after a couple days. Laventon, therefore, had documentation that Zorua and Zoroarks were less 'mindlessly aggressive' and more 'highly territorial' and incredibly familial. They were staunch protectors of their companions and family. Their markings would differ amongst the eyes, there were slight differences in the shade of red and the size of their mane (believed to be a signifying factor of leadership in some way), and their gems were not a universal development except in that they were always in the same general area- which were arms and legs.

And he knew, having been in Hisui for a few years at this point, that infrequently there would appear a Zoroark that was... different from the rest. Their color scheme would be a far cry from the usual red (or even from the infrequent purple of the shiny coat pattern), they were almost never found in the Alabaster Icelands, they seemed to have a higher hunting instinct, and they had gems in the oddest places. One Zoroark had them on it's ears, another had dozens of tiny ones scattered across its face like freckles. Frequently they would have an odd marking somewhere on their body. The most odd, and concerning, aspect of these Zoroark was that they couldn't be caught. Pokéballs would bounce right off of them, no matter the type, and set their hunting instinct on the person who had tried to catch them. These Zoroark had to be knocked out to get away safely, and frequently needed to be put down for the safety of travelers.

So Laventon had this knowledge. He knows what normal Zoroarks are like, and he's seen the odd ones as well. So when Volo starts talking about a Zoroark frequently found in the Fieldlands that seems to be hunting him... Laventon makes note of it. There hasn't been a sighting of a wandering Zoroark since before Akari's descent from the sky, and he wishes she were around to examine it for him. She took detailed notes that were helpful, even providing little sketches, and he missed her additions to his research. He takes Rei out to the Fieldlands instead and they look for the Zoroark because Laventon still wants to see it, to document it. They don't find it on the first trip, or the second, and Kamado - returned from his attempt to fight the frenzied Sinnoh, injured and unable to walk - orders Laventon to stop using Rei for "walk in the park" survey missions, they need to figure out how to fight what's in the rift and quickly! Laventon reluctantly, having no choice, dismisses Rei from his immediate duties as Laventon's direct assistant. He continues going out into the Fieldlands, examining and exploring with one or two other people around. New survey members, young adults who immigrated recently.

It's while they're descending the mountain towards the spot where they can find Magikarp - someone had just reported a new Magikarp pattern besides the shiny variant that Laventon wanted to see - that Laventon finally spots the new Zoroark anomaly. He stops at first because he's excited- it's been a long time since an anomaly appeared, and even longer since he saw one in person! Oh, the notes he can take as long as they keep quiet! He's got his notebook pulled out, already jotting things down, when he takes a look at what he has written and takes another look at the Zoroark.

Even from where they're standing he can tell it appears young- perhaps freshly evolved? It's a little awkward on it's feet, having stumbled a couple times. He notices it seems to favor one leg, that it's fur color is a dark steel color instead of the usual red, and instead of a ruff of fur around its neck appears to be-

A scarf.

He stops writing and takes a closer look at it. It's walking away from them, at an angle since it's across the shore, and he doesn't like what he sees. The hair is not as voluminous as a standard Zoroark's, and he can see what appears to be singular strands hanging down before it's ears. It walks favoring it's right leg, much like Akari did when she exerted herself too much- the alpha Octillery attack had taken its toll on her. The gems did not sit in an uncommon position, but it was the scarf that made it all click. The red scarf that matched the color of the one Akari had been given as part of her survey corps outfit, that she had taken with her into her exile. He couldn't see it's eyes from where they were, especially when it turned and all they could see was its back, but he now has the sinking suspicion that those anomaly Zoroarks were not simply different types. He had heard the stories of the Pearl and Diamond clans, about how those who died full of malice returned as a Zorua or Zoroark, but it had never clicked before that they might not return as a normal Zoroark. Of course there were those anomalies- now that he thought about it, they matched up with exiled members of Jubilife or people who had gone missing.

And most of them had been ordered to be put down, due to their dangerous habit of hunting humans out of their territory, by Kamado. Kamado who had already ordered Akari's exile once, when she had done nothing but what he asked, ordered, required to stay in Jubilife.

One of the newbies asked if they should try to catch the Zoroark, as they'd never seen one before, but Laventon quickly put a mic on it. He guided them around the Geodude, had them clear away the Buizel, and then set them to work on fishing in the Magikarp so they could check them. And if his notebook fell into the water while he wrestled one to show them how it was done? If a page that he'd started writing went missing inside a Magikarp's mouth? Well, no one else would know.

And the knowledge haunted him. Knowing the truth of the new Zoroark, the one that hunted Volo. That was /hunting Volo./ If he had more proof he would have brought it up, but at the same time- she had been exiled. He would have to prove Volo had killed Akari, and then try to encourage people about why they should care when she had been a sky-falling stranger who destroyed the sky later and was exiled. Instead, he did his best to dismiss Volo's claims. Quietly, saying that Zoroark didn't hunt humans, only protected their territory. Reminding the village of Kamado's injuries and what was more important, a single stray pokemon or their commander? He kept the truth hidden, uncertain of who to tell, because who would believe him? Cyllene was busy, so busy, as she was now essentially in charge with Kamado incapacitated. Zisu had her hands full with the guards. Marie was defiantly holding onto the pokemon that Akari had brought them, insisting that they weren't on orders to attack. Rei was struggling and suffering with the weight of his new duties falling solely onto his shoulders without a little sister figure to share them, to lighten the load.

It wasn't until Volo's death that Laventon figured out who he could tell. When the merchant's body was brought back for the Ginkgo Guild to claim, with Warden Ingo following in not long after for supplies, Laventon knew. Akari had spoken fondly of the amnesiac, had found a kinship with him, and he knew that Ingo had kept an eye out for her since the news of her banishment. Laventon didn't have much time- outsiders were hardly let in now, everyone in high alert between the sky and the attack. He approached Ingo with a random object he'd grabbed.

"Warden Ingo! So glad to see you again! Here, I have a gift for you since it's been so long." Laventon quickly put the item into Ingo's hands, taking advantage of the proximity to lean in just a bit further and lower his voice. "You need to find the Zoroark, Warden, before anyone from Jubilife does. It's not a normal one, it's-"

He couldn't say anything else as an uproar came from Volo's body. People yelling about dangerous pokemon, about the sky causing them to go mad, about Volo warning them, they needed to track this thing and put it out down before it killed someone else! Laventon swallowed in dread. Would the Warden believe him if he said it was Akari?

"Please, capture it if you can. It is not a normal Zoroark." He implored. Ingo nodded, cautious and confused but nodded all the same. Laventon knew that he was an honorable man, that he would catch the pokemon if he could. He worried, though, about what it might mean if she was caught. They hadn't been able to catch what must have been human-souled Zoroarks in the past. Because they were human, still, somehow? Or something else? If Akari could be caught, was it truly going to be Akari, or had Laventon ignored Volo's warnings because he thought he saw a familiar face where there truly wasn't one?

#Pokemon legends Arceus #Professor Laventon #Akari #Volo #Zoroakari #Zoroakari au #Long post #Laventon is the one who puts the pieces together first #He doesn't like what he sees and does his best to protect Akari anyway #I think it would be fun if what he gave Ingo to grab his attention was a pokéball #That ended up being the one used to catch Akari later #Because after this Ingo hears the villagers chanting 'get the pokémon' or something and goes to investigate #Which is where the reprise animation comes in #Laventon doesn't hear back from Ingo immediately and frets #And then when he does hear back the news isn't great anyway #Was the zoroark killed? Was Ingo killed? Was he too late? Had something gone wrong? #Sorry for any spelling errors I am on mobile

[aburruso-capstone-uhwoacm]

Progress Update #4

I didn’t realize that it’s been nearly a month since my last post… oops.

Well, let’s get right into this one. Since the last update, I’ve managed to achieve some major milestones.  The first is that I finally completed the revised design for Sasha!  It took me a long time to figure out how to color her.  The Adobe Color Wheel helped with this, specifically with making a color scheme.  Still, I was running into other issues, such as figuring out what colors to put where based on the grayscale palette (I think I actually veered from the grayscale in the final design…) and how they made certain areas pop out; I wanted Sasha’s hair to stand out the most, but in some of the designs, other parts were doing so instead.  I also briefly experimented with changing Sasha’s dominant color to blue.  However, I felt this didn’t fit her passionate personality, so I went back to green.  In the end, this is what I ended up with:

She is primarily white and gray so that the green (which is super saturated) can stand out more.  I also added some light red (pink?) in her design to represent her passion.  The only reason why red was not her dominant color was so that she could stand out from the servers and firewalls, which are red and orange respectively (this is also why I tried making Sasha blue).

Besides this, I’ve been spending most of my Spring Break creating the sprites for Sneaker.  So far, I’ve completed the servers and firewalls.  I’m also about halfway done with Sasha’s sprites.  Afterwards, I’ll have to create all the buttons and the markers (I’ll explain this soon), along with the ray from the Giga Wrist Launcher (that’s what I’m calling it now).  To be honest, I was sort of unsure if I could do these sprites on my own since I don’t have a lot of experience making them.  But, so far, I am satisfied with what I have.  On a side note, I also created a new background for the title screen.

Coding-wise, I haven’t gotten a lot done.  I did add some code for a pair of markers.  These will help the player figure out where they’re going to move to and aim at.  I feel this will make the game a little bit easier.  Other than this, I tried to make it where you could only put in the aim coordinates after you put in the move coordinates.  Once again, I wanted to do this to make the game easier.  While I was letting my family playtest the game (in lieu of actual 5th-8th graders, more on that soon), I noticed that they would get these two coordinates mixed up.  So, I decided to clear up the confusion and make them put in the coordinates at separate times.  Unfortunately, I ran into some issues coding this.  I’m not ready to give up on it yet, but for now, it’s not in the game.

Finally, I have an update on my playtester search.  My earlier contact never reached back to me, and I don’t think she ever will.  However, I have found another person who is willing to let her class playtest my game.  I’m going to go to her class on Monday to present it.  I’m glad I’m finally going to get some students to playtest the game; their responses will definitely help me to refine it.

That’s all I have for this update.  My plan is to finish the sprites and find some sound effects by March 23 (which, as of this writing, is tomorrow… I think I can do it).  Once I’m finished with the playtesting, I’ll fix up the game as needed, which includes trying to get the revised input system to work.  I am a little anxious right now, but I also feel I can get everything done if I put my all into it.

#gamedev #capstone #cm491 #gamemaker #video games #sprites #sprite art

[choicesmc]

Just came across one of your lil tidbits about Rin's dorm room. And I'm curious. How does it look like? Posters on the wall, every inch covered throughly? Minimalistic? A shop of trinkets arranged neatly? Somewhat in between?

(gaah I need to hear about their room hcs lmao and also maybe get some inspo for my own and feel free to share pictures aesthetics drawings anything!)

ah sorry this took so long >.>

It took a while of ✨pondering✨ before I could finally put anything down. 

Rin’s home life, up till college, has been largely shaky. She’s moved home-to-home a couple of times (along with times she’s spent in between housing) and those moves weren’t usually planned or peaceful. As a result, Rin focuses a lot more on practicality/necessity rather than aesthetic. 

However, since this is the first time she’s had truly stable housing, I don’t put it past her to decorate a little. And by a little, I mean a little. 

The first ‘comfort’ item she has is a black goblet chair. She replaced the tight castilla chair the room came in to let her actually relax and be comfortable when she studies. 

She has quite a bit of classic books that she’s trying to read through. (Currently reading Jekyll and Hyde!) Most of them are kept on her second comfort item: a revolving book stand. 

Her most treasured possession, however, is her journal. It’s a diary that she records almost everything in. Originally a habit she was forced into by Amelia (oc, kinda like a mother figure to Rin). She dropped the habit for a couple of years and is slowly starting to pick it back up now that she’s in college. 

And that’s really it. Those are the things she went out of her way to buy for her dorm. 

You could describe her as minimalist, but I wouldn’t full-heartedly agree to the label. Rin isn’t making an intentional choice not to buy much. As much as she logically knows that this dorm will be hers for at least a year, she’s already primed to expect instability. She’s already used to giving up, permanently, things she grows attached to and has subconsciously decided to avoid getting attached in the first place.  

BUT FOR THE SAKE OF CREATIVE INSPO 

If Rin was a little more attached. She’d definitely be the poster type but it’s an eclectic mix. Stuff from book fairs, movies, bands/concerts, homemade ones, tv shows/animes, v-tubers. 

Half of them, she doesn’t even know who they are 😭 The posters just looked hella pretty so she had to buy them you see. 

Her room would be a lot of darker, cool colors: deep purples and blues, blacks and greens, that sort of thing. Though, light blues are also welcome. It balances out the rest of her darkened color scheme xD 

Here’s a moodboard! 

And here’s a floorplan of what her dorm looks like. Rin has the right bed and closet 2. 

Below are my other OC's rooms! Just in case ♥ It's not a lot but maybe it'll be helpful.

RAMS

Floorplan [here]

Some headcannons [here]

FIONA

Some headcannons [here]

#asks answered #thank you for stopping by!! #rin #it's rin's world

[dp-marvel94]

The Sanctuary

Summary: Danny finds a little ghost girl swinging at the park. Not just any child, but the spirit of one who once lived in Amity Park. With help from some friends, will he be able to help her through this?

Words Count: 5,353

Also on AO3 and FF.net

For @briarlovesu Someone in Amity dies and becomes a ghost. Danny has to help the ghost through their death. The other ghosts stop attacking to welcome and respect the moment. Meanwhile the town has to grapple with the idea that ghosts use to be human is finally clicking in their minds. (PR220)

The Lunch Lady runs a soup kitchen. (PR223)

Note: This is hypothetically set post Face to Face, though specific knowledge of that story isn’t needed. The important thing is, Danny’s parents know about him being Phantom and fully accept him. His relationship with the ghost is pretty different from canon, much friendlier, since Jack and Maddie found out about him being half ghost before he’s even seen another ghost and have been helping him figure out all this ghost stuff since.

Danny floated through the portal, a somber expression on his face. His heart was heavy but… he took an unnecessary breath, pausing at the edge of the island housing the portal. He could do this.

The boy’s eyes drifted, taking in the Zone in front of him. It hadn’t changed much since the first time he’d seen it. The same swirling green clouds, the same floating doors, the same abandoned rocks. Yeah, still pretty much the same except… the corner of his lips turned up…. One big addition.

With that, the half ghost flew forward, into the open air. There, not far in front of him, hung a large, rectangular building, suspended in space. Greenish-red brick, tall windows, and three stories high. Other than the altered color scheme, it was a perfect replica of Casper High. 

Danny approached, quickly landing on the front steps. He opened the front double-doors and called. “Hey! Anyone here?”

A commotion rang out from somewhere down the hall, chattering voices, laughter, and music. The boy’s ears twitched at the noises. He recognized that song.

Danny followed the voices, deeper into the building. He turned a corner, coming to the open doors of a library. He floated into the room.

“Hey Ember.” He gave the rocker ghost a wave.

The fiery-haired teen looked up from where she was strumming. “Hey, Babypop.” She acknowledged with a nod.

“Danny!” An excited voice called his name. 

The half ghost turned, eyes lighting up. “Sidney!” He held his hand for a fist bump. “What’s up?”

The monochrome ghost lifted his own hand, reciprocating the gesture. “Not much. I’m just working on the book you recommended.” He held a copy of The Martian. “It’s really great.” 

“I knew you’d like it.” Danny teased. 

Sidney shook his head. “Of course you did.” Then he waggled his finger. “But you, buster, still have to read Out of the Silent Planet.”

“I know, I know.” The half ghost waved him off. “It’s next on the list, I promise. School’s just trying to kick my butt right now.”

The full ghost’s mouth ticked down slightly. “Oh yeah… I remember what that was like.”

Danny gave him a sympathetic smile. “Hey don’t worry. It’s almost summer. Then I’ll have plenty of time to dive into the mile-long book list you gave me.”

That earned a chuckle from the other boy. 

“Anyway.” The half ghost continued. “I can’t really hang around for that long so I should… uh… go ahead and deal with this.” With nervous hands, he fumbled for the thermos on his belt. A pit grew in his stomach at the thought of the inhabitant. 

Sidney must have picked up on the anxiety, his smile dimming. “Who’d you bring this time?”

“Oh, it’s…a….” His voice quieted, tinged with sadness. “It’s a little girl.”

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An hour earlier

Danny flew through the dark sky, a Fenton Phone in his ear. 

“There’s a ping about a block from you, sweetie.” His mom said. “It’s coming from the park, I think.”

“Okay.” He turned around a building, the grassy field and trees coming into view. He slowed as his ghost sense billowed out of his mouth. “I just sensed something too.” His eyes flickered across the area, searching for the tell-tell glow of another ghost. His gaze fixed on… “There, in the playground.”

“Can you see what it is?” His dad asked. 

“Not yet.” The boy drifted closer. “It doesn’t feel very strong though. I’m gonna get closer.”

“Be careful.” Mom reminded.

Danny rolled his eyes. “I always am. Besides, this’ll be easy. I’ll just get it in the thermos and be home in ten….” 

The boy trailed off, eyes widening. There, in front of him, was the ghost and… his mouth dried, heart sinking like a stone. There was a too long, too silent pause as he just watched. Then…

“What is it, sweetie?” The woman asked, concern leaking into her voice. 

“It’s… It’s a kid.” On the swing was a little girl with black pigtails, wearing flowery overalls. “She’s… god… she’s maybe six?”

Neither of his parents replied for several heartbeats. In that time, Danny just watched. The little girl swung silently, pumping her legs to lift herself higher. Her blue-tinted face wrinkled in displeasure, a far away look in her eyes.

His mom finally spoke. “Danny, do you want me and your dad to come? We can help.”

Danny opened his mouth, wanting to say yes. His heart ached, threatening to break. Because… because this little girl was way too young to be… to be a ghost. He was used to dealing with animals and blobs and the occasional adult ghost. He’d even met other teens like him but… a literal child? How could… how could he do this? The boy took a breath, preparing to beg his parents to come and take over. But then…

The girl’s expression shifted, clarity entering unfocused eyes. The swing’s chain creaked, the movement slowing. She looked up, gaze meeting his.

Danny’s core ached. There was… there was something familiar about her. “No. I can… I can help her.” His voice quieted. “I need to.”

“Alright, Danno.” His dad replied, voice ringing with sadness despite the normally cheery nickname. “We’ll be here if you need us.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” The boy said softly. With a nod that his parents didn’t see, he moved to take out the earphone. “I…uh… I think I should… I mean, it’d be better if…”

“You don’t want us in your ear?”

Danny sighed, relieved his dad picked up on what he was meaning. “Yeah.”

“No problem.” There was a click, his dad’s line closing. 

“Good luck, sweetie.” Another click as his mom sighed out. 

With that, Danny was alone with the little ghost girl. He straightened, feeling her eyes on him. 

The boy stepped forward, offering his best attempt at a smile, despite his heavy heart. “Hey there. Can I join you?” He asked, motioning to the swing beside her.

The girl’s eyes flickered from him to the empty seat. Then she nodded. 

Danny took that as a yes. He carefully approached, coming to sit in the empty swing. Silence fell for a moment, the boy trying to put his thoughts in order. How did he even start trying to convince her to come with him?

He took a breath. “So, what are you doing out here so late?”

The little ghost shrugged, looking down.

“Well… I saw you swinging earlier. You were going really high, weren’t you?” 

That elicited a nod.

“I bet you really like the swings.” 

Another nod.

Danny bit his lip, nervousness flaring. He’d yet to get any words out of her. He kept trying. “I really like them too. My mom took me and my sister to this park all the time when we were little. The swings were my favorite when I was about your age.” He glanced to her face. “How old are you?”

The girl opened her mouth but then closed it, looking down again.

“Come on. You can tell me.” No response. “Alright, I’ll guess then.” Danny shrugged, forcing the corner of his mouth up. “You’re… four.” He guessed, deliberately low.

Her nose wrinkled in disgust.

The boy blinked, as if surprised. “I’m wrong? Is it higher or lower?” He waved a hand. “It must be higher so.. Four and a half? Or… Five?”

Danny let the words linger, his eyes brow raised, while the disgusted frown deepened. 

Then, when the boy thought he’d have to try pushing again, the girl muttered. “I’m six.”

The half ghost blinked, surprised. “So you do speak.” He offered a teasing smile. “I was way wrong, huh?”

She crossed her arms, nodding fervently. 

Danny sighed, taking pity. “I was just messing with you, ya know?” He lifted a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes. How was this so hard? They hadn’t even gotten to any of the hard parts yet and he was already sucking. The boy took a breath. Maybe he should try something different. “It’s just… I was worried. It’s so late and I saw you out here by yourself. So… I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” It wasn’t completely the truth but… it was a start.

The girl responded to the words, turning to look at him with tilted head. A pit started forming in the boy’s stomach. He could have sworn he’d seen her before

Something in the girl’s expression softened. “I’m waiting for someone.”

The half ghost blinked, genuinely surprised. “Who?”

Her brow wrinkled in thought. “I don’t…. I don’t remember.” A troubled look passed over her face.

Danny’s own brow furrowed. “Do you remember how you got here?”

The girl’s frown deepened. “I think… I got hurt really bad.” Her eyes widened slowly. “The crosswalk was green… so I could cross the street, like my teacher said. I stepped out and…” She flinched back, a pained expression suddenly marring her face. “I… the car was goin’ so fast and… I hit my head. Someone yelled and… and…” She sniffled, bursting into tears. “It got so cold… It hurt so much.”

The girl’s chest shook with sobs, her small frame seeming to curl in on itself. The sight sent a stab of pain through Danny’s heart. His own eyes threatened to water. He… he hated this. God… he was watching a little dead girl cry and… 

Another sob. And… Danny wanted to reach out and comfort her. He… he should but…. Tentatively, he stood, stepping in front of her. He bent down slightly. “Hey, it’s-”

The girl threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder. The boy stiffened momentarily, startled. Then, he carefully wrapped his arms around her, returning the hug.

"It's gonna be okay." He whispered, trying to sooth her. "You're safe now. You're going to be okay." The boy poured all the heart, all the belief that he could into the words. He wanted to believe it. He needed to but… 

His own tears were threatening to well, because…He realized where he recognized her from. It was on the local news, a story about the tragic death of an elementary schooler. The images flashed through his mind. A little girl's smiling picture. Police tape. An officer asking the public for any information about the vehicle and the driver who'd hit the girl and ran.

Gracie Watkins. That was her name. Danny had just started middle school at the time. He hadn’t known her before but… 

A memorial, one he’d passed everyday for weeks on the way to and from school. A fence a block from the elementary, lined with candles and teddy bears and Gracie’s picture. People stopping for a long moment to leave a memento, their faces sober, eyes watering. Bowed heads, mumbled prayers. And… one of his classmates falling to her knees, weeping.

Danny remembered standing there, awkward and confused. Then… eyes widened. Lizzy Watkins. The same dark hair as the picture, the same nose. She has a sister, right? Or… his stomach dropped. She had a sister.

The knowledge had left him feeling nauseous, a pain stabbing his heart. It hurt, seeing her cry. And yet.. He was ashamed to say he’d walked away instead of even trying to offer her comfort.

Soon after, Lizzy had disappeared. According to one of her friends, the family had moved away. They couldn’t bear living in that house anymore, not with their Gracie gone. And yet…

Now, Gracie’s ghost was in his arms, crying into his shoulder. How long had she been here? It had been almost four years. Had she lingered, invisible and immaterial the whole time? Or did she just manifest now? He hoped for her sake it was the latter.

The girl hiccupped on a sob and Danny hugged her tighter, more confident now. “You’re going to be okay, I promise.” No matter what, she was here and she needed him. The boy soothingly rubbed her back, just like his Mom did to him when he cried.

Slowly, so slowly, Gracie’s tears ceased. She sniffled, the sounds of her sobs quieting. After a long moment, she pulled away from him.

“Better?” Danny gently asked.

The girl whipped her nose with her hand, looking down. She nodded. 

The teen let out a relieved sigh. “I feel better after crying too. Sometimes you’ve gotta let it out so…” He trailed off, unsure how to proceed.

Gracie looking oddly at her hand made the decision for him. “It’s glowing.” She wiggled her finger, as if checking that the light was in fact coming from her skin. “I feel weird.”

Danny frowned at the assessment, his stomach flopping. “You’re…” He hesitated. Could he tell her this? Should he tell her this? But… how could he justify not? “You’re… a ghost.”

She nodded, as if that explained everything. Then… she looked up, taking him in with furrowed brow. “Are you a ghost too?”

Danny blinked once, surprised. Then he nodded. “Yeah, I am.”

Gracie gave an understanding hum. Then she asked. “What’s your name?”

Danny blushed, sudden embarrassment and shame washing over him. “It’s Danny.” He couldn’t believe he’s forgotten to tell her who he was… or to ask her own name. “What’s yours?”

The girl opened and closed her mouth, her brow wrinkling in thought. A troubled pause passed over her. Then… “I don’t know.”

The boy’s heart ached at the words. But he still offered reassurance. “That’s okay. A lot of ghosts don’t remember at first either.” That was true, according to what Sidney and Ember had told him.  “You can figure it out later… or even pick something different.” 

Either way, he wasn’t going to share her name from the flyers, not with the pain and confusion it was likely to cause her. Anything related to their previous life was touchy for a lot of ghosts and if she was to remember her past, it should be on her own terms and in her own time.

The ghost girl nodded. “Okay.” She looked up at him. “Did you pick out a different name?”

Again, another expected question. Danny let the corner of his lip rise in a bittersweet smile. “Yeah. Some of the other ghosts call me Phantom. It’s like… a last name, I guess. But my friends still call me Danny.”

The girl paused at the answer, a thoughtful look on her face before she looked up at him, a sad, desperate hope shining in her eyes. “Are you my friend?”

Danny’s eyes softened. “Of course. I’ll be your friend if you want me to.”

“I want you to be my friend.” She tentatively drifted forward before wrapping her arms around him again. 

The boy’s heart ached. He returned the hug. “Hey, it’s okay. I know… I know how you feel.” He swallowed. “I got really hurt and turned into a ghost, just like you. I was really scared and sad and confused too. But things got better. My best friends and family helped me. I made new friends too, with other ghosts who helped me figure stuff out.” Danny comfortingly ruffled her hair. “Do you want to meet them, some of my ghost friends?”

The girl bit her lip. “I don’t know…”

“I know they’ll want to meet you. And we can help. Me and my friends made a place to help people who are hurt and lost, like you. It’s called the Sanctuary.”

She looked up. “Sanctuary?”

Danny nodded. “Yeah. It looks like a school. There’s a library with so many books. Not as many as the Ghost Writer’s library but it’s a comfy place to read… or listen to Ember play guitar. There’s a gym to play in. I like to play basketball with Johnny but I'm sure we can find some games and toys you like." The corner of his lip turned up. “The garden is really nice. There’s a bunch of rooms to sleep and rest in too. And the cafeteria… the Lunch Lady makes the best soup and grilled cheese.” He patted his stomach. “It makes me hungry just thinking about it.”

“I like grilled cheese.” The ghost girl said tentatively.

“Yeah!” The boy patted her on the back. “What do you say? We can go, you can meet everyone. And we’ll get some grilled cheese and chicken noodle soup.”

The girl still looked unsure. She let go of him, stepping back tentatively. “But… I’m supposed to wait for someone. What if… they come back and I’m gone?.” There was just a hint of doubt in her voice.

The words squeezed Danny’s heart. He bit his lip, debating. He wanted to convince her to go with him willingly, not just suck her up in the thermos. And if she was waiting for someone who wasn’t coming…. 

He lowered himself to kneel in front of the girl, their eyes meeting. “You’ve been waiting long enough. Besides, you can’t stay here. Let me take you somewhere safe.”

The ghost girl’s eyes fixed down, her arms wrapping around herself. “They’re not coming, are they?”

The boy’s shoulders fell. “No, I don’t think so.” It hurt to say but whoever this faceless person was, one of her parents, her sister, even a friend, they didn’t know that their loved one had returned as a ghost. And the thought of them seeing her, when the girl herself couldn’t remember them…

Danny took a breath. “So… will you come with me?”

Listlessly, the girl nodded. 

The boy frowned, opening his arms to offer another hug. It was all the comfort he could give. She stepped forward. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

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After briefly convincing Gracie’s ghost to let him capture her in the thermos, Danny left the park. His heart felt like it was rippling itself apart. That was… that was horrible, awful. This was… a dead child. A little girl and.. One who’d lived in his town, who he could have met before. Sorrow and anger warred in him. She was too young, way too young to die. She’d been hit by a car, a hit and run, and to his knowledge, they never figured out who ran over her. There was no justice for her, not closure for her family. But now… her spirit was in the device at his hip. And she didn’t even remember her name. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. It shouldn’t have happened.

The boy rubbed his face, coming to his street. At least he’d found her and was taking her to the Zone. But… guilt swirled. He’d done so horribly, trying to comfort her. He… he sucked at this. He’d convinced her to come but… did he really make things worse, just make her more scared and sad? His sister, even his parents would have done a better job. But he… he thought he could help. He thought he could make things better. Why… why wasn’t he any good at this?

Letting out a sigh, Danny let his eyes drift to the driveway. There was the GAV; it looked like his parents were back. He invisibly phased into the living room before returning to visibility. 

“Mom, Dad.” Both adults looked up from where they were eating a post-patrol snack. He gently shook the thermos. “I’ve got her.”

A pained expression crossed his mom’s face. “How did it go?”

The boy shrugged sadly. “Okay, I guess. I…” He rubbed his face. “It was Gracie Watkins. I don’t know if you remember but… the first grader who died in a hit and run four years ago.”

Both his parents’ eyes widened. Grieved looks passed over both their faces. “Oh, Danno, I’m so sorry, son.” His dad tried to comfort.

The boy shook his head. “Just…it was a kid and… and someone who lived here. She didn’t… she didn’t even remember her name.” He lowered himself in the air, now just floating just inches above the ground.

The woman reached out to hug him. “I’m glad you found her, then.”

Danny’s eyes fixed down. “Yeah.” He lightly returned the hug before pulling away. He wiped his watering eyes. “I’m gonna take her to the Sanctuary. Hopefully I’ll be back soon.”

“Bye sweetie.” “See you later son.” Both of his parents offered parting words.

The boy waved listlessly. With that, he floated down the lab stairs and into the portal.

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Back in the Sanctuary, Danny uncapped the thermos and pressed the release button. Blue light shot forth, leaving the pig-tailed ghost girl sprawled on the floor.

The half ghost floated forward, Sidney at his side. “Hey there.”

The girl looked up, blinking as she took in her surroundings. “Where am I?”

“This is the Sanctuary." Danny asked, offering his hand. The ghost took it, letting herself be pulled to her feet. Danny then motioned to the glasses-wearing boy. "This is my friend, Sidney."

"Hello." The nerd smiled. "Danny said you're from Amity Park too."

The girl nodded, even if she sounded unsure. "I think so?"

Sidney gave her a sympathetic look. "It's still a little fuzzy, isn't it? That's alright. It takes a bit for things to come back. But I know you'll remember soon."

The little ghost seemed comforted by the words, her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. 

Danny let his own muscles untense at the reaction. He turned to Sidney. “Is the Lunch Lady here?”

The nerd nodded. “The last I checked, she was in the cafeteria, like always.”

“Alright.” The half ghost looked down, addressing the little girl. “What do you say we go get that grilled cheese I was talking about?”

The six-year old nodded. “We can get some soup too? And… can Mr. Sidney come?” She looked down, suddenly shy.

The monochrome teen chuckled. “Of course.” He offered a hand which the girl took.

With that, the trio floated out of the library and down the hall, the younger between the teens and holding each of their hands. They passed a corner and the cafeteria came into view. 

“Oh. Do you smell that?” Sidney said, eyes widening in excitement. “Someone’s cooking up something special.”

The little ghost perked up a little at the words, eyes drifting from the floor to the door. The two ghosts and half human passed over the threshold.

Danny’s gaze flickered around the room, empty except for the Box Ghost, before landing on the kitchen window. “Lunch Lady?” He called, getting the ghost’s attention. 

She turned around from where she was cutting up vegetables. “Well, good afternoon, Phantom. Sidney.” She gave a friendly greeting. Then, her eyes widened, expression softening. “Who do we have here?”

The half ghost’s heart lurched at the question. “Uh… a new ghost. I found her in Amity.” 

Sadness flickered across her face for just a moment before the soft, friendly smile returned. “What’s your name, little missy?” She asked.

The little ghost wrinkled her nose, shoulders falling. “Don’t remember.” She muttered. 

The Lunch Lady floated closer to the window while the trio also approached. “Well that’s just fine. You’ll remember soon enough. Now,” She bent down slightly, more at eyes level with the little girl. “What can I get you, sweetheart?”

“Grilled cheese?” The child asked, hopefully.

The old woman chuckled. “Of course.” She leaned through the window, patting the girl’s head. “Oh, you’re a cheddar and provolone gal, I see. Golden brown bread. And… chicken soup.” She hummed, eyes moving up to the two teens. “I’ll get you boys some sandwiches too.” She stood, waving them off. “Go sit down. I’ll bring it to you.”

Danny smiled, already drifting towards the table. “You’re the best, Lunchy.”

“I know. I know.” She waved her hand again. “Now, shoo. I have work to do.”

The trio of young ghosts floated through the chairs, quickly approaching a certain blue skinned ghost in the back of the room. Danny picked a seat, lowering into it and motioning the little girl to do the same. 

She sat, before frowning up at him. “She touched my head and…. said how I like my grilled cheese. How did she know?”

“That’s her gift.” A man’s voice said. Danny turned to find the Box Ghost moving from his table to theirs, taking the seat across from the youngest ghost. “The Lady makes the best food, ‘cause she always knows exactly how someone likes their food. Like how they like their eggs or their favorite grilled cheese.”

The little girl’s eyes widened, slightly. “Really?” She asked, a little awed.

The man nodded enthusiastically. “She’s the best cook in this part of the Zone. Getting to have her own kitchen here and feed folks makes her so happy.” 

Danny let the corner of his mouth turn up. “Yeah. I’m happy she’s happy.” Considering how badly things had gone in their first meeting, the half ghost was glad she agreed to work with him on The Sanctuary. “Plus, she does make the best food.”

The statement just seemed to make the younger ghost more eager. She squirmed in her seat, glancing back at the kitchen window.

The half ghost decided to change the subject. “So Boxy, got any cool new boxes?”

That got the girl’s attention. “Boxy?” She tilted her head at the blue-skinned man.

“Box Ghost.” Sidney elaborated. 

“That’s the terrifying, fearsome Box Ghost to you.” He lifted his hands, summoning boxes out of thin air. “ My might is unparalleled! The world will tremble at its corrugated cardboard doom!” He curled his fingers as if they were claws, laughing faux evilly. “Beware!”

The two teens both chuckled. At the same time, the corner of the little girl’s lips turned up.

“You laugh at I, the menacing Box Ghost?!” The overall-wearing ghost pointed at the two teens. “You’ll face my cubical wrath!” 

With a wave, Boxy sent boxes right into both of the boys. The empty cardboard lightly hit Danny’s chest and the boy threw himself backwards, exaggeratedly falling out of his chair. He sprawled on the floor as more boxes landed on him.

The half ghost fought back a laugh. “I’ve been bested! Oh, truly horrifying Box Ghost, mercy! Have mercy!” He held up his hands, surrendering. A box landed squarely over his head. “Hey!”

The little girl let out a giggle. Danny’s eyes widened. He quickly lifted the cardboard blocking his vision and his gaze fell on the youngest ghost. She was looking down, lips pressed closed but her cheeks quickly turning green in a blush.

The Box Ghost grinned. “Someone appreciates my magnificent cubes.” He held up a finger. “I have just the box for you.” 

With another wave, he summoned a new box. This one was covered with brightly colored flowers and butterflies with a crank at the side. “I got this one from a ghost at the edge of the Barrens. Her name’s Dolly. She collects, fixes, and makes toys. I traded a whole box of antique toy cars for this beauty.” He rubbed the side of the box. “That’s the incredible thing about boxes. Anything could be inside. Old toys, books, family photos, someone’s insect collection. It’s a mystery.” The blue-skin ghost looked down at the little girl, his grin softening. “Do you wanna see what’s inside?”

The young ghost nodded excitedly. 

The Box Ghost turned the crank. A song started playing. Pop goes the Weasel, Danny realized. The music ramped up, happy and energetic. Boxy kept turning the handle, a quiet mechanical whirring just below the nursery rhyme. A soft hum sounded beside the half ghost.

“All around the mulberry bush,” Danny turned to the side; Sidney was softly singing along. 

The modern teen smiled, mouthing the words himself. “The monkey chased the weasel.”

He braced, excitingly watching the little ghost girl for her reaction to the next part. But… 

‘The mon..key… thought…’ Danny’s mind supplied the words, even as the tone wound down instead of up. ‘it was aw…fully fun…’

The song whirled to the stop. Danny looked to Sidney, both’s brows starting to wrinkle. Then-

“POP!” Something fuzzy sprung out of the box.

Both teens and the girl flinched back at the surprise. Then, the little ghost burst out laughing.

“Goes the Weasel!” Boxy sang the last part, loud and off key. The girl just giggled harder.

The Box Ghost beamed proudly. “Isn’t it great?” He held the box out to her. “You don’t see many unicorns in the box, huh?”

The girl took the toy, rubbing the stuffed animal with one hand. “It’s so pretty. And soft.”

The Box Ghost gently patted her on the back. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

The girl lowered the lid, slowly turning the crank. The song played and… Pop! She giggled as the unicorn popped up again.

“Sounds like someone’s having fun.” The Lunch Lady’s voice interrupted the scene.

“Look!” The little girl held up the Unicorn-in-the-Box. “Boxy gave it to me.”

The older woman looked at the Box Ghost proudly. “That’s a beautiful find, Charlie.”

“Not a beautiful as you, Ms. Georgia.” Boxy (the apparently named Charlie?) said fondly.

The Lunch Lady blushed. “You spoil me, hon.” She bent down, placing the tray on the table. She motioned to the pot of soup as she spoke right next to Boxy’s ear. “This has those blue-sparkly carrots you brought me. I still can’t believe you found a delicacy like that and brought it to little old me.”

“Of course, I did. You deserve the best.” The man answered, eyes still soft and fond.

Lunchy blushed again, sitting down. She leaned to the side, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Well, thank you, dear.”

Danny just stared at the exchange, blinking. He slowly looked at Sidney, pointing at the couple(?). “How long have they…”

The ghost nerd shrugged, looking just as surprised as Danny.

“Stop gawking, you two.” Lunchy (Georgia?) chastised. “Let’s eat.”

She passed out bowls, giving a square one to Charlie who grinned at the dish. Grilled cheese sandwiches were handed out as well and the group ate in quiet discussion. 

“Favorite food?” Charlie asked.

The little ghost stared at her half eaten sandwich, stars in her eyes. “This is the best thing ever.”

Georgia laughed, bopping her on the nose. “Well, I did make it just for you, little Missy.”

The girl wolfed down the rest of the sandwich, eagerly starting on the soup.

“Slow down.” The man chastised, even still chuckling. 

The youngest ghost lowered the bowl, nodding in answer. Soup spilled down her chin.

Georgia clicked her tongue, wiping the girl’s face with her apron. “And that’s why you slow down.”

The two adults asked the little girl other questions. About her favorite color, animal, toys. Any topic they seemed to think off. Danny stayed for what was probably far too long, asking his own questions but mainly watching and listening. He smiled softly at the interactions.

The girl’s head nodded, eyes blinking tiredly.

“Someone’s getting sleepy.” Charlie said.

“Na, ‘m not.” She muttered.

Georgia chuckled. “Sure you’re not, sleepyhead.”

Charlie stood, gently picking up the little ghost. And Danny’s heart squeezed again, but for a more pleasant reason than it had earlier.

“Let’s get you to bed, Missy.” Lunchy said, patting the child on the back.

“Missy?” The girl muttered. “Tat’sa name, right? I like it.”

Boxy ruffled her hair. “Well, talk about it in the morning.”

The two adults floated off, carrying the girl off. Georgia lingered in the doorway of the cafeteria, looking back as the two teens. “Thank you for bringing her here.” She smiled softly. “Now, you should be home, sonny. I’m sure your folks are worried.”

With that, the woman disappeared. Danny stared after for a long moment, his eyes starting to water again but for a different reason. Maybe it was exhaustion. It was late and it had been a hard day. But… he breathed out, a knot of worry uncurling in his chest. 

His friend floated forward, putting a comforting arm around him in a side hug. “I think she’s gonna be okay.”

Danny turned to Sidney, a relieved, hopeful light in his eyes. “Yeah, I think so too.”

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A/N: Hey! I got a request earlier this week for some Shani! it took me a bit to get a good idea between how brain dead I am after work and trying to recover during time off but this one actually really really made me feel soft and happy.

Pairing: Shani x Reader

Words: 521

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The market rumbled quietly just beyond the walls of the house, the colorful day-to-day city life bustling just beyond your window. However, none of it dared to break through your quiet sanctuary.

Shani reclined back against the headboard, her softened face just out of reach of the golden light peaking between the curtains. The whole room glowed dimly in the morning, casting elegant hues against the cream-colored blanket and the other figure gracing her bed. 

Your head rested on her exposed stomach, soft and warm under your cheek, rising and falling in a gentle and soothing motion. Shani’s fingers played idly in your hair, twisting and curling around the loose strains before letting them gently fall away. Her voice rattled the air pleasantly as she read aloud from her book and it's like the whole world fell away. 

You couldn’t understand half of the medical jargon she was saying, but you enjoyed the way she said it, the way it vibrated through her chest and into yours. You pressed a slow and quiet kiss to her soft stomach, your arm flopping over her in a perhaps mildly possessive manner. 

An airy chuckle rippled through her like movement in a still pond as you pulled back, “Dear, what are you doing?” she laughed out softly as she paused her reading. 

“It’s a kiss. They didn’t teach you about kisses in medical school?” you teased as you rolled over, your chin on her stomach, as you looked up at her with a wide smile. “You know they say a kiss can make it all better..”

“Oh, do they?” she smiled down at you, her hand now trailing down your cheek. The sunlight illuminated the soft peach fuzz on your face in a magnificent aura that simply longed to be touched. “It sounds like you have quite a lot of experience with this very extensive medical procedure” 

“Best in all of Novigrad,” you bragged, pressing a grinning kiss against her palm, then her wrist. 

The warm smell of breakfast permeated from the oven. Spices and soft dough mingled in the air, a tantalizing dance to lure you away from the comforts of your bed for all, but a moment. 

“Hmm, I’ve also heard that cinnamon rolls do wonders too…” You suggested as the smell finally hit your brain, coaxing you to sit upright. 

“Why, I think if we could combine the two, we might have a medical miracle on our hands,” her bright smile reflected back. The book closed with a gentle thump as she set it on the side table and pulled back the covers. 

“... I’ll race you for them…” you proposed after a pause. 

“... You’re on,” she said, pushing you back onto the bed in a flash as she dashed out of the room, gaining ground like a starving cheetah. 

“HEY! THAT’S CHEATING,” you yelled, as you scrambled out from the blankets and sheets to catch your mischievous partner, all means of laughter filling the halls.

Perhaps ‘quiet sanctuary’ was a bit much in the grand scheme of things. 

No, it was hardly quiet for long here.

This place was your home.

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@lordgortrash sent a sending stone: ‘  you  owe  me  a  dance.  ’

the highest echelon of baldur’s gate gathers in an opulent ballroom, an entire rainbow of colors and array of fabrics flowing and swirling as a band of bards fills the space with music. the attendees supply the merriment — throngs of them laughing and gabbing or spinning in time with the song at hand, having the time of their lives. from the outside, it seems so decadent, so desirable. someone who didn’t know any better would be stewing with jealousy over not receiving an invitation to what would undoubtedly become an event talked about for years to come.

but liana bashar, sharp as a blade, knows better. in a culmination of experience wrought over the last several years and tested in the last few weeks, she notices every little detail that the quiet observer would brush over. the conversations she catches as she moves through pockets in the crowd are almost mechanical in their cadence and repetition. countless praise for the newly anointed archduke, little else to remark on outside of the good he’s done for the city and the modern age he’ll usher baldur’s gate into, with open arms. she expected as much — there’s no way every patriar in the city willingly relinquished the power they held to open that door further for one enver gortash. not without there being one helluva catch, and she was cursed to know too much.

the how was a simple puzzle, one that took her but moments to piece together when she first arrived in the city with the rest of her group. hindsight is a funny thing. she recalls the first poster of lord enver gortash she laid eyes on in wyrm’s crossing, how her head went light and fuzzy, how her stomach lurched and her knees almost buckled under her. how years of honing her craft made it easy to blame on the long walk in from the shadowlands, how she just needed some bread and she’d be right as rain. it bought her the time she needed to figure out how she would tell her fellow adventurers — her friends — her family — that one of the people they needed to contend with as they unraveled this absolute plot was several chapters of her past that never had a full conclusion.

looking past the details — namely, the tadpoles that are keeping the masses inside these walls obedient — it’s almost admirable to see. the past few days have been a tightrope walk down memory lane and of all the schemes he would give her small details and hints on, there was one in particular that he had always circled back to. his time in the hells had given him an awareness of the realms around him and the treasures and tools that were hidden just beyond — knowledge that many would kill for, laying comfortably in his skull, waiting to be capitalized on. she remembered the mention of a crown and little else around it. she’d press for details and he’d chastise her, playfully so, for trying to ruin the surprise. all in due time, my dear — you’ll see it firsthand.

he wasn’t wrong. it just wasn’t what either of them could have imagined at the time.

the song swells to a close as her eyes meet his from across the way and she considers turning around and making her exit. she’s fulfilled her responsibilities for the evening — show up, alone. report to lord gortash’s office post-haste to discuss the progress of culling the cult of bhaal and securing orin’s netherstone. stick around for three songs to say you attended the party of the century. get back to the place you feel safest — surrounded by those who have experienced every twist and turn of this winding journey. yet her feet remain rooted on the spot.

it’s that diabolical mistress, nostalgia. because if she closes her eyes as he approaches, she’d see him as he was so long ago — still handsome, roguishly so, with ambition as high as the ocean was wide. things were simpler back then. no tadpoles. no absolute. no rebelling elder brain. she yearns for it, against her best judgment, against every instinct telling her that she should turn heel now and never look back. their story might not be over, but that chapter has long been concluded. they can’t go back to what they were before. too much is at stake now, and they stand on opposite sides of the chessboard. they both know it.

and yet, they both seek to indulge. just for a moment, a minute, a night — just enough to sate the overwhelming ache in both their hearts that should have died out long ago. he almost looms over her as he reaches her, and her posture remains tall, unwavering, as honeyed brown eyes peer up at him through the embellished pattern of her mask. the next song starts up as he talks of liana owing him and she has half a mind to laugh, loudly, and the gall he possesses. but she doesn’t. she doesn’t jump to accept, either.

there are countless attendees falling over themselves — men, women and everyone in-between — to get a chance to sway with the newly coronated archduke, yet his eyes only seek you. it should entice you — excite you, even — to be the center of attention, to have every eye in this room locked on you, to have every heart full of envy and wanting what you have. so why do you resist?

‘ I’m not inclined to believe you’d be satisfied with just one — and I wouldn’t want to deprive your audience of your attention. ’ she’s nothing if not a smooth talker, words soft as silk and a teasing smile pulling at her lips that doesn’t reach her eyes. no, those carry another emotion entirely. one might expect a sharpness in her gaze. instead, they’d find a sadness that weighs heavy in her bones, sinking her. as she settles in it, that feeling creeps up again — head going light, knees almost buckling. she takes a step back, then another.

‘ forgive me — I need some air. ’

#lordgortrash #ANSWERED. #IN CHARACTER. #oops my hand slipped

[brawlqueen]

disclaimer: this is open to other ai canons so it will be flexible, which is probably why this is so long, and will be tagged as such. LONG POST AHEAD.

aside from one scene where aiba loses her battery, we don't really see mizuki with her blind grey eye...well, she only has one eye and whether or not aiba is her partner for a while, temporarily, or i hope, she gets a gold-colored (a bit darker than aiba's coloring) left eye for herself if, and i dread this slightly, AI3? she always loses her left eye, and if aiba is turned off, she uses an eyepatch because the prosthetic to cover the gaping hole is a washed out shell of her blue-grey right eye. it's more a washed out, dull lighter gray - silver than the dark blue grey of her right before it was destroyed and i'll be coloring in icons with these dependent on canons of other ai muses. i mean it was blown clean out with not a trace of it left. i doubt they can fully replicate the same color plus..ps won't make it look matching whoops.

she still pursues the detective life / problem solving life and my mizuki is extremely proactive in the HB case, as i'm very bitter about how she was advertised but given so little, and want to balance out what i think ryuki would be doing in my mizuki's storyline when she's old enough to join abis. she's obviously more of a rookie than ryuki is, and my mizuki actively struggles MUCH more with forgiving him on the explosion route. saying she has no stakes to be on the case in a.ini is....her dad literally went missing because of that tragedy. it's a huge driving force to arrest the person who took ANOTHER family member away, tearer, naix, tokiko and also, her own private investigations on horadori institute, which she still was sent there, but she was not born there, just there until she was three as another result of inhumane experimentation.

all the while running two companies or frantically trying to figure out how to at least, with the inheritances that were left behind by her biological father renju. while i do really find that aiba and mizuki as a team grew on me, since they were already like a big sister and little sister different dynamics from iris and mizuki ? and i do think she should have her own AI-BALL that isn't the same yellow but golden-yellow, to match her color scheme because her 18 year old glow up is amazing? she'll always lose that eye. frankly to mizuki it's hardly as traumatic as all the hell she's gone through since she was born, she's kind of...numb and indifferent to it. which is disturbing, considering she canonly sneaks out of counseling or attempts at therapy.

in my canon she's generally borrowing aiba for an unknown period of time and swaps between her eyepatch, that has the insignia in the artbook that date inherited instead, as i'll always cherish aiba and date's bond, or aiba isn't her permanent partner. she is her partner too, but not lifelong. a lifelong familial presence in her life? absolutely. but mizuki should have an ai-ball of her own, someone to bounce her snarky and feisty attitude with in a chemistry unique to her.

i do genuinely hope they give her an ai-ball that does LOOK a lot like aiba's coloring, since that worked so well with her color scheme. maybe a darker gold / yellow, and also her 'seaweed' shape is more like a rabbit, as that is mizuki's animal motif, like date's by fandom standards tends to be the falcon / cat. i also could see a small lion, playing off 'a lionhearted girl.' and because mizuki is both lion and rabbit.

this is her look when date needs aiba back or she's waiting on her own ai-ball. or waiting on having her blown out left eye adjusted to fit aiba. or if it comes down to it, both dates share aiba when it counts, as tama remarked on the diverge ending about mizuki and date tossing aiba around. but date and aiba will ALWAYS be my favorite ai and partner dynamic. i really want to see that for mizuki too! while she won't admit it, she feels more at ease if aiba is with date, because the explosion route whether he's missing long or short in time, and aiba looks after date, in a more...tactical way than say, if mizuki did. she's just as protective but would rather eat rocks than admit it easily.

it just...traumatized her far more than losing an eye just like renju and shoko and date. i plan to write a balanced team of two traumatized detectives, mizuki and ryuki, as both were done so dirty. mizuki will imply ryuki in her canon, mine anyway, and he will also be given the treatment i felt he deserved like she did so, so very much.

honestly? ryuki being someone who has helpful advice for her and them being a big team? after she begins to forgive him slowly for ...involving so many people in the explosion route? she's more receptive to his talents and experience. i just feel knowing mizuki, if you hurt her family even if you had no choice, it's going to take a while to forgive you or not forgive you at all. ryuki is the former, and forgiving him takes mizuki /time/.

#aitsf spoilers #long post tw #THE SALT I HAVE #as much as i love ryuki if you advertise mizuki as the core protagonist...make...her the core protagonist #or balance both of them equally #which...didn't happen. #𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒 *ೃ༄ seasons change but your heart never fails.

[mysteriawrites]

Hello, are matchups still open? If they are, can I request a male matchup for MHA?

Here's my info:

Pronouns - she/her

Age - 19

MBTI - ISTJ

Appearance:

My height is 4'9" and I have round, dark brown eyes.

I have long, straight black hair and tan skin.

My face is round and small.

There are birthmarks (moles) on my legs; one on both legs.

Personality:

I would describe myself as patient, sensitive, funny.

I'm reserved and a hopeless romantic. Sometimes, I overthink or feel insecure.

To strangers, I seem shy or aloof.

My friends think I'm kind, smart, trustworthy.

Hobbies: drawing, playing video games, writing, listening to music

Likes: music, art, books, animals, aesthetic fashion

Dislikes: being interrupted, unsolicited advice

Love language: acts of service

Few facts about me:

• Plushies are comfort objects to me.

• I have two pets (one cat, one dog).

Hello thank you for the request sorry it took so long. Anyway on to the results DRUMROLL PLEASE

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KAMINARI DENKI!!!

I think you and our goofy boy Kaminari Denki would get along swimmingly.

When Kaminari first met you honestly, he thought you were like Todoroki. He figured like him you didn't want to be messed with so initially he kind of just left you alone. It may have taken a push from Kirishima or Ashido for him to start hanging out with you and see your true colors.

After that he was flat out infatuated with you. He thought you were the cutest thing ever. He stopped obsessing over getting the attention of other girls and involving himself in Mineta's schemes to try and win you over.

At first, he tried things like pick up lines and asking you out on dates only for you to shy away from him. After that (and Jiro literally knocking some sense into him because she sees you as a little sister she must protect) he decides to take a different approach.

He begins to observe you from a far and asks your friends about what you're like and what you're into (he probably seemed like a stalker or yandere from someone who didn't know any better). After he did "sufficient research" he would approach you again only this time he came prepared.

Kaminari would ask if you wanted to play the latest video game you're interested in together, or if you wanted to listen to the new album of your favorite artist together. He may not like the exact same artists or game series as you, but if it meant you guys could get closer and have something to talk about then he will become an expert in it overnight to impress you.

Once you become more comfortable around him and let your guard down, he will ask you out for ice cream or to see a movie together and properly ask you to be his girlfriend.

When you guys get together officially you guys will have a lot of goofy inside jokes and will tease and poke fun at each other. Although it is a lot easier for you to poke fun at him then for him to poke fun at you. However (unless you're self-conscious about it) he will find any excuse to tease you about your height.

To be honest Kaminari loves your height. Coupled with your round cheeks he just thinks you're so adorable. You're the perfect size to be his personal teddy bear to cuddle with.

Kaminari may not seem like it, but I feel like once he finally is able to date someone, he also becomes a hopeless romantic. He'll constantly be buying you flowers and presents like plushies, pulling out chairs and opening doors for you, calling you really cute and cheesy nicknames you name it (accidental pun).

If you ever brought him home, he would love to play with your dog. I see Kaminari as very much a dog person, but I don't know how he would feel about cats so he and your cat may be on a more I don't mess with you you don't mess with me type of agreement (although he will be jealous when the cat gets more cuddles than he does).

Kaminari may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but he's not that stupid. It may take him a minute, but he'll be able to tell if something is bothering you and will try to be extra silly and goofy to try and cheer you up. However, if the issue is serious, he knows when to put the jokes aside and talk to you about your problems. He will also do his best to stand up for you if someone and being rude and talking over you or giving unsolicited advice to you.

In the end I think you and Kaminari would make a sweet and goofy couple who're just having fun and enjoying life while you're still young despite all the chaos happening in the world of heroes and villains.

Sorry this took so long I've been really tired, but I hope you like it. it was really fun to make.

Runners Up: Todoroki Shoto, Midoriya Izuku, Tamaki Amajiki

#multi fandom blog #multifandom #multifandom account #matchups #multifandom writer #multi fandoms posts #multifandom fanfiction #multifandom x reader #multifandom imagines #denki kaminari #kaminari x reader

[lankira]

Some things I learned painting an entire (small) Warmachine army in under 40 total hours.

The most important thing I learned is the first step in “going fast” with painting minis: have your color choices and basing style decided before you get started. In this case, I knew I wanted any glowy bits to be pink/magenta/purple (hottest/brightest to coldest/darkest), that my metals would be one of two formulas, and the armor and fabric would be black, highlighted with a blue-gray and a greige. For the bases, I knew I wanted to use tufts I have on hand and not to distract too much from the minis themselves. So, I found some “rubble” (broken up sheets of plaster), “ballast” and “stones” (broken up walnut shells), and decided on a neutral gray color so that the tufts would stand out. I happened to get the leaves later and just had to use them because they suit the theme so well.

The second important thing I learned is the value of a test mini. I took one of the minis I’d field a bunch of that also had a lot of the surfaces I need covered (bone, metal, glowy stuff...), painted it up, based it, and used it as the example that I would model the rest of my painting after. If I had any spots where I wasn’t sure what to do, I checked the test model for similar materials, and went from there. The test mini also let me figure out order of operations. I found that, since it was the innermost and messiest part of the paint scheme, that pink/magenta/purple was the first thing I should do so that I could clean it up as I worked on the rest of the model

The third thing I found was that I needed a way to differentiate between identical minis. For the ‘jacks (the steam-powered robots), I do this with pips on the backs of the bases. For the solos, such as the above pistol wraiths, I do it with colors on sashes or other small but visible parts. Both of these are things I can either do as part of painting the mini or very quickly after the mini is complete.

Fourth was one of my favorite things to learn: The value of using tools from outside my minis kit. First, I found a great way to blend colors on a mini was to use a makeup brush while the paint is still wet to soften the line between them. For my minis kit, I now have a bunch of cheap as fuck eyeshadow brushes for that and dry-brushing. The other useful tool I have is a dotting tool, like you’d use for nail polish, that I use for putting the pips on my bases. It went from “try to be accurate with a brush to get perfect circular dots” to “just use the dotting tool and do it in seconds”.

Fifth was one I didn’t expect: the value of my own time. I found that I have, historically, attempted to paint all of my mini to my showcase standard. That is not going to get you an army with any expedience. However, I found that if I picked a spot on a model as my “focus” (usually a head/face or other interesting part), painted that and the things around it well, then quickly completed the rest, I was still happy with the results. The guys below, I focused (and took my time on) on the head, hood, and shoulders. The rest was done fairly quickly.

About that base that doesn’t have the same basing material: I had made the mistake of gluing him to the base before painting him and couldn’t get him off the base without breaking either the mini or the base. So, I painted the base to match the rest, added a couple tufts of grass, and called it a day.

I also learned that, unfortunately, there’s not much that I can do to “force” inspiration from a sculpt I don’t find inspiring. Agathia, the warcaster/leader, was a model I didn’t find much inspiration in, so I found myself just looking to get her done. She still looks alright and matches the rest of my army, but me pose and overall style of the mini just....wasn’t interesting to me.

The last thing I learned was a reminder I have needed for a long time: Mini painting is a hobby, and something I should do for enjoyment rather than perfection, unless I’m planning to enter a competition. Is this army a collection of the prettiest models I’ve ever painted? No. But it is a collection of good-looking minis I’m still proud of.

And remember: Don’t let “perfect” get in the way of “good”

#minipainting #miniatures #warmachine #warmahordes #cryx #mini painting #painting miniatures