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incorrectbatfam · 11 months

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What kinds of babies would the batkids be if Bruce adopted them from the start?

I did another ask here a while ago talking about what if the batfam were adopted as babies, which I’m using as a frame of reference. While it’s not totally accurate to their canon age differences, I kinda like how it worked out.

Dick is mobile from the get-go. He crawls as soon as Bruce puts him down, tries to climb out of his crib, and is the reason the high chair has a seatbelt. Things only get worse when he learns to grab and stack things. Bruce walks in on him climbing a teetering tower of toys to reach the cereal box, and he just barely catches him before it topples over. Everyone thinks Jason is the reason for the child leash, but it’s actually Dick after he got lost at the museum. He’s the most outwardly affectionate of all the children, but his Terrible Twos are also the worst when he uses his limited vocabulary to argue with Bruce at every step. He’s also jealous when he’s no longer an only child and makes a big fuss at first before accepting it.

Although Barbara has her own parents, the Waynes and the Gordons are very familiar with each other, both through Bruce and the Commissioner’s friendship and babysitting each other’s kids. Dick is more active, but Barbara learns to speak first and can even read the alphabet by the time they’re in daycare. Her parents try to limit screen time at home, but at the Manor, she learns to ask Alexa to play Little Einstein. Dick is also personally offended when he offers her his favorite candy and she goes blegh.

Cass comes 3 years later, and she’s the baby you can’t let out of sight unless you feel like searching the whole house. She’ll hide anywhere, from under the bed to the trunk of the car. Selina suggests a cat bell, but Cass quickly learns to take it off. At first they think it’s because she’s shy, but it turns out she just prefers to watch people from a distance. Playing the Barbie ballerina music draws her out, though, because she loves twirling around. Cass learns sign language from her aunts Harley and Ivy first, and she makes up some of her own gestures to signal what she wants. Her hair was longer until Dick got peanut butter in it and they all agreed it’s easier to keep it short.

Harper and Cullen are a year apart from each other, with Cullen being Cass’s age. They’re adopted at the same time, though, because it took a while for Bruce to prove that their bio father isn’t fit to be a parent. As a toddler, Harper is pretty independent, including dressing herself and using the bathroom. She likes to take things apart, so Bruce keeps expensive devices out of her reach—not that it works for long (see: Dick). She’s the most vocal baby and the first to learn “bad words” like poo-poo head. She’s the messiest though, often leaving things out and getting upset when people put her things away because she needs them.

Cullen, on the other hand, is more shy from their previous household and takes some time to warm up to people. Bruce encourages him to ask for what he wants and always reassures him that there’s plenty to go around. The first person he grows close to is Cass, who takes him under her wing in a protective way. Together, they like to play pretend as mythical creatures or flip through picture books together despite not knowing how to read. He has a hard time falling asleep, so Bruce reads him stories until he does. On stormy nights, he goes to either Harper or Dick and will climb into their beds without warning. The first time that happened, Dick thought it was the monster from his closet and screamed so loud he woke everyone else up. Once Cullen learns how to use the remote, getting him away from the TV is a daily struggle.

Jason is a year younger than Cass, and he’s a bit of a coin flip. Most days, he’s perfectly well-behaved and will quietly play by himself, especially with the pop-up books. Other days, he’ll throw the worst tantrums and break whatever he gets his hands on. He fights with Dick the most because at the time, he’s the youngest and can get away with more. Eventually, things even out a little and he fits perfectly into the fun-and-mischievous role, earning the affectionate title of Papa’s Little Nightmare, which he wears like a badge of pride whenever he licks people’s forks or sticks his finger up Bruce’s nose. He also likes to watch Alfred cook and his birthmark is his white streak.

A full five years later is Tim, a quiet but observant baby who can learn fast by watching others. He picks up now to climb the banister from Dick, hide in tight spaces from Cass, how to use a hammer from Harper, what shows to watch from Cullen, and how to argue from Jason. He and Jason don’t get along at first because Jason felt like he was being replaced, but they eventually learn to coexist. Tim’s first toy to himself is a plastic camera that shows pictures of cartoon characters. He’s the kid that asks tons of questions, like why Bruce and Selina lock themselves in the bedroom. He also likes to explore and believes any unfamiliar creature is an alien.

I know canonically Steph and Duke are a few years apart, but as babies I headcanon them as “twins” born on the same day to different parents and are two years younger than Tim because it’s cute and chaotic. Sometimes they share things, like their bedroom and toys. Other times, they get double, like two birthday cakes. At least once a week, they’ll try and confuse people by swapping clothes. Duke makes up stories and Steph scribbles out the scenes—sometimes she even does it on paper. If the house isn’t a mess before, then it definitely is with them when Bruce finds fruit gummies in the couch and shoes in the microwave. Instead of blankies and stuffed animals, Steph falls asleep clutching a box of toaster waffles and Duke with a bear-shaped honey bottle. Duke tells anti-jokes that he finds hilarious (“Knock knock” “Who’s there?” “Me!”) while Steph flat-out roasts people (“Dickie smells like icky”). They have concerts where Steph scream-sings while Duke bangs pots and pans. Steph prefers to be on Bruce’s shoulders while Duke clings to his leg. There’s a big Get Along shirt for when the siblings fight, but Steph and Duke just wear it for funsies. Because Tim sometimes gets overlooked, they follow him around like baby ducklings and think he’s the coolest sibling.

Carrie, who’s two years after Steph and Duke, is the most imaginative baby and will loop people in as her side characters. Usually her roleplays involve being wilderness adventurers, after she watched Dora The Explorer. She likes to run around, often wearing a towel cape, and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty or play with things like bugs. She’ll only do baths if she can bring her snorkel and her many pool toys. In the car, no one wants to sit in front of her because she’s a seat-kicker. She’s easily wired even with just a little bit of sugar, so whenever another kid mad at Bruce, they’ll give her a whole bag of candy and set her loose.

Damian is the last one and is three years younger than Carrie. He’s the smallest baby because he was born preterm, and Bruce is also worried because he rarely cries. But when he does, he won’t stop until he wears himself out. Carrie is the most protective of him and Tim thinks he’s secretly an alien (after seeing him hooked to machines in the hospital). Whenever Talia visits, he’ll systematically show her his toys, including his favorite stuffed cow. Besides Mama and Dada, his first words are animal sounds. He also likes art and will poke his head in whenever he sees his siblings drawing. If he senses someone having a bad day, he’ll sit outside their door and wait for them to come out.

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yukipri · 5 days

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I felt so dumb after I sent the question. I legit agonized over it at work that night.!

Lighting!! I love your lighting style and am working to refine my own, how do you start making lighting on art?

Please don't feel dumb! But yeah, having specifics really helps me actually say something that might help you!

Mm, so regarding lighting, I admit I'm largely just winging it myself so I'm not sure how helpful I can be. But a few random tips in case one of them is a new thought:

1. Everyone says "pay attention to the lighting source," which sure, is very important. But I've found that my own lighting got a lot more interesting and just better in general when I also thought about lighting *other* than the primary lighting source, especially reflective light. So if I have light shining down from above-ish (like, 99% of my art lol), I also make sure to not just add harsher lighting to foreheads/places where the direct light hits, but also a softer glow (sometimes of a different color!) from the opposite direction, where presumably whatever is off screen is reflecting the light.

2. Play around with different lighting hardness. This will depend entirely on your style, but for me, I usually have at least two lighting layers: one with very soft, big airbrush to set a kind of atmospheric direction lighting, and then another separate layer with my harder more defined lighting. Playing with how hard/soft those edges are can really change the vibe of the piece!

3. Use effects layers, and try different types. I'm also just lazy, and find that effects layers are an easier way to throw on lighting/shadows. For me, I like to use Dodge layers for lighting, but dodge layers also tend to turn things warmer toned. Which works for me because I like warm tones, but might not be what you're looking for. Other effects layers may give things a whiter/ashy tone, or amp color saturation, etc, lots of options! Effects layers also vary by the program you're using, but yeah, the tip here is to just play around with them, you might be surprised at what works for you!

4. Shadows and Highlights are in many ways different sides of the same coin. I know a lotta folks just want to say there is a "neutral" no lighting flat color for things, but the reality is that everything we perceive through vision has light on it. What this means is that though you may start with a flat color for practicality's sake (I mean, I assume most of us do), sometimes adding shadow to the right parts will make it look like it has lighting, or vice versa. So oftentimes, to make lighting look more dramatic or moody, I will have darker shadows on the rest of the character to give more extreme contrast.

5. Especially if you're not going for hyper realism, sometimes lighting doesn't necessarily have to be literal. Even if it doesn't make the most sense, you can add brighter/different color lighting in areas that you want to highlight, like a character's face, or a special point on their prop, etc. Lighting is, in the end, just a tool to make your art, so make it do what you want it to do, not the other way around!

Kinda just spewed out first things that came to my mind! Idk if any of these help, but I hope some do!

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wisecrackingeric-2 · 5 months

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Dulcinea

Fic request for @leon-on-the-froggy-chair !!!!!!! I Hope You Like It!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDD

Summary:

After Luis goes on a walk to clear his mind, he stumbles- quite literally- across a tiny kitten; cold, wet, and all alone in the pouring rain. So of course, he takes it home. And Leon tells him they can’t keep it.

Spoilers; Leon decides that they can keep it.

Rating: G

Word count: almost 4,000

Warnings: Sliiiiiiiiiiiightly implied suicidal thoughts????? Kinda???????? It’s only at the beginning and it’s very very very short and quick

Fic under Cut!!

There were some days where Luis wondered if he ever should have ever survived the knife that was plunged into his back. Or whether he should have survived past his childhood at all in the first place.

Which, realistically, he knew was a horrible thing to say about himself- it was self-deprecating at best and borderline suicidal at worst. Which was exactly why he’d never say those thoughts out loud, not in a million years; and especially not in front of Leon.

Leon. The man who had fought tooth-and-nail to get the both of them out of that hellhole alive. The man who reassured his quixotic fantasies and showed him a kind of love no other person had ever offered him in the 29 long, long years he’d been alive.

Leon, who took him into his home and kissed him and cupped his face and told him he loved him and cradled him to sleep when Luis himself couldn’t without a second thought every night.

Leon, who was currently dead to the world on their dinky apartment couch after a long day at work; totally unaware that Luis had silently slipped out to go for a walk with the intent of clearing his mind of those persistent and intrusive thoughts.

At least he tried to go on a walk to clear his mind. That’s what he usually did when he was able to, anyways- but the weather decided to throw a wrench in his plans and start absolutely pouring down with rain.

Which was exactly how Luis got in the position he was now. Cold, wet, more miserable than before and desperately fighting with his cigarette and with his near-empty lighter to get it to light aflame.

‘ Joder,’

He cursed under his breath as the sharp wind blew away yet another flame, like a cruel, teasing jest at his misfortune.

‘Tanto por cigarrillo…’

Luis sighed dramatically and turned back to the dim light of the liquor store behind him once more, debating whether it was worth waiting for the rain to clear inside or if he could book it home in time before getting too soaked.

Luis subconsciously gripped his soggy plastic bag even tighter; a single can of beer and a bag of chips being the only thing inside. He felt bad for disappearing on Leon, and although he knew it wasn’t a lot- he quite literally only had a few coins to his name, after all- it was still better than nothing.

Luis was cold. He was miserable, and those sickly, deep and seemingly neverending thoughts nagging at the forefront of his mind were only exasperated by his downright shitty luck.

Shitty luck.

It would’ve been a lot easier to blame the blood on his hands on pure coincidence than face the hurt of his actions head-on.

Which is exactly what Luis did.

Every single day.

He treated the guilt and trauma of his actions like a sick form of atonement; because suffering can be religious if you do it correctly, right?

Was Luis only ever made to suffer? Would his life forever be one big cycle of pain and hurt?? Were these good times spent with Leon in their shared apartment full of love and affection a ticking time bomb, waiting for it all to burn down just like everything else in his life has-

‘‘ ¡Mierda!!!”

Luis felt something thunk up against the back of his heels, almost sending him flying into the pavement.

He tripped and stumbled over his own feet, gasping for air once he straightened himself up and frantically started to look around for the source.

“¿ Qué cojones??-“

Luis cut off the curses from his tongue when a dash of orange flashed in the corner of his eye. It looked… furry??? Like a cat, almost- which immediately got his attention. Him and Leon lived in the city, who the hell would be letting their cats wander around like this…?

Following where he saw the little bundle of fur dart off to, Luis rounded the corner of the liquor store only to disappointingly find some near-dead bushes and little else. He sighed and grumbled to himself under his breath,

“ So much for saving a cat.. now I’m all wet again…”

And Luis was fully about to turn his heels and trek the walk-of-shame back to his apartment when…

“ Aaaaooooww???”

Luis spun his head around so fast he almost got whiplash. Did he hear that right?? Surely not, maybe the rain was making weird noises agains the roof??

“ Aaaaaaooooaaaooo……”

Oh he definitely wasn’t hearing things now.

Luis wasted absolutely no time jumping out into the pouring rain to sift through the bushes with his bare hands- and, if anyone were to walk past and see just how desperately he was scrambling through the leaves and twigs, they’d probably think he was a madman.

“ Awaooo??? Aaoooooaaooo!!!”

The crying only got louder and louder to compete with the increasingly heavy rain, causing Luis to start searching more frantically, until-

“ Ah,”

Luis sighed a heavy breath of relief when he finally found who he was looking for.

“There you are.”

His heart broke a little (a lot) at the sight in front of him; a tiny, almost unfathomably small and clearly malnourished orange kitten was curled up against the roots of the bushes, trembling so hard Luis thought it was going to have a heart-attack. This clearly wasn’t somebody's lost housecat like he’s initially thought, either.

The little kitten was absolutely riddled with mange; its ears cropped and rotted off by the fresh skin and scarring alone, and the rest of their body looked no better, either. One paw was almost bright red with how fresh the wounds looked- and any patches where the joints met the rest of its body were bald and equally as raw.

But what absolutely gutted Luis from the inside-out was the poor baby’s eyes.

The kitten was clearly trying to keep its eyes open, but to no avail- gunk and dirt and god knows what else clunked up its eyelids until they could barely be parted open, and paired with its tiny, desperate wails, Luis knew he couldn’t just walk away.

“ Ooooohh, you poor thing,” Luis tried to coo, making Kissy noises with his lips and rubbing his fingers together in front of the kitten, testing the waters to make sure it wouldn’t bolt away from him. And, much to his relief, it instead chose to gingerly sniff at his hands rather than flee.

“ No llores, no llores… I’ve got you… see? You’re fine, no? IIIIIIII’ve got you….”

Luis gently scooped the kitten up from under its belly once he had completely taken down its guard, whispering sweet nothings it probably couldn’t hear over the rain all the while, before painstakingly dragging it out from underneath the bushes to cup it close up to his chest.

The little kitten only continued to shake like a leaf; its mews grew louder and louder, but at no point did it try to claw its way out of Luis’ grasp. In fact, just as he unzipped his jacket and hugged the little orange ball of fur up to his heart and covered its tiny head with same said jacket, Luis could have sworn he heard the kitten start purring .

“Oh, you’re just a clingy little thing, aren’t you?”

He grinned, taking a few seconds to himself to cherish the way the cat slowly started to melt in his touch; its eyes closing slowly and its trembling eventually subsiding completely. Luis couldn’t have cared less about getting wet or cold. He was just so, so grateful he’d found the little culprit of his trip-up in time.

And, hell, maybe Luis was thinking way too deep about this- maybe he was just having a shitty old day and he needed something to project his emotions onto-

But by God did he see himself in the little kitten he held.

And Luis hated himself for it. Yet at the same time; he couldn’t have loved himself more than when he did in that exact moment.

Luis tried to do everything in his power his entire life to not come across as pathetic- He did everything he ever could to keep up his charming persona, and he’d go through hell and back to make sure that’s all people ever saw him as.

Confident, flirty, and self-assured; he’d never open his heart up to the people around him about his upbringing. Never in a million years would he admit that blood has been on his hands since the day he was born; never would he admit he watched his whole life burn up in flames not just once, but countless times. A cycle of burning and pain and relentless attempts at self-preservation.

Yet he was only human. Raw, vulnerable, and undeniably, totally fucked-up. His confidence and flirtiness was far from a persona- he genuinely felt pride over how high he could hold himself up- But once again, he’d never openly admit when he actually needed help, or when he needed somebody to be that light of hope in the neverending cycle of pain that was his life.

And Leon was that little light of hope for him.

He’d picked Luis up back onto his feet and bushed off the dried blood soaked onto his back. He let Luis sob and cry like a baby into his chest and he brushed the hair out of his face all the while. He kissed him goodnight and reassured him that he loved him anytime Luis asked.

Soft, loving, and tender- Luis just needed somebody to cry to when his own thoughts got too cruel. He needed somebody to remind him that life was worth living in little moments when his mind left him wondering for just a second too long. Moments like these. Moments where he should have turned to Leon rather than the empty streets of California.

“Ah, but if I hadn’t gone looking,”

Luis cooed his thoughts out loud, scratching the kittens velvety little forehead as it pawed at his chest,

“I wouldn’t have found you, now would I?”

God knows what would’ve happened if Luis had turned his heels and walked home any sooner. Admittedly, it probably wouldn’t have made it past the evening; the rain alone probably would have frozen it to death.

And boy, oh boy- did that sound all too familiar to Luis.

Knocking on death's door, playing with fire, and being saved by a handsome prince to slowly fall in love with-

Ok. Maybe that didn’t exactly apply to the kitten. But his point still stood;

They had both been at their absolute lowest and just needed somebody to pull them out of that darkness.

And Luis would be lying if he didn’t admit he didn’t feel a small sense of pride in being that knight in shining armor for the tiny, tiny cat in his arms.

He smiled to himself as he began to walk home- the roads so familiar to him, he hardly even needed to break his gaze away from the kitten to look where he was trotting.

“¡ Vamos, Dulcinea!”

He exclaimed, with a small pep in his step- the kitten letting out a lil mrrrp!! Of surprise at the sudden change of pace.

“Let us get you home, ¿Sí? I’m suuuuuure Leon won’t mind a gatito in the house……”

——————

The last thing Leon remembered before falling asleep was receiving a kiss on the forehead and some Spanish being mumbled into his ears. After that, he didn’t even get the privilege of a dream. Just knocked out stone-cold on his scratchy, dinky little couch with a pool of saliva by his side to greet him when he woke up. Charming.

What he definitely remembered, however, was that there wasn’t any running water being left on before he fell asleep.

So imagine Leon’s surprise when he sat up to the muffled sound of water against a basin; humming low throughout the apartment walls and sounding as if it were coming from upstairs. That…. Probably wasn’t a good thing.

Leon grumbled a slew of curses under his breath as he lazily dragged his hands across his face and stretched- feeling his bones pop in multiple places- before standing up on unsteady feet to locate the source of the water.

“ Luuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiisssss?”

Leon called out in a half-yawn, his brain still kinda foggy.

“ Yyyyyou up there, dove?”

No response.

That got Leon’s attention.

His eyebrows quirked upwards as his brain fully awoke; acutely aware of every little sound that echoed throughout the halls. It was raining outside. Cars were driving past. It was dark. ‘ How long have I been asleep??’

Leon made his way over to the bottom of the stairs.

“Hun? Are you home??”

“ O-Oh??”

Luis’ voice came out muffled and…. Surprised ?

“ Leon, cariño, is that you?”

“Yeah?” Leon leaned his weight against the door, “I just woke up. Are you alright up there?”

“¡ Sí, sí!! Estoy bien, estoy bien… why do you ask?”

“You just sound…” Leon picked at his fingernails trying to find the right word, “… distracted”

Once again, no response.

Ok. That’s it. Leon was getting worried now. Against his better judgment, the blonde practically booked it up the stairs before skidding on his feet around the corner to find the bathroom- unnecessary panic rising further and further in his chest until…

“ Luis,”

Luis practically jumped out of his skin when Leon burst through the bathroom door. His back was turned to him and he looked as though he had something inside of his hands in the sink.

“Dove, what’s going on??”

“ Dios mío you gave me a fright, Leon!!! It’s nothing!! I was just-“

“ Mmmmrrrrrraaaaoooooowww??”

The both of them stopped in their tracks.

“…Luis.”

“Leon-“

“ Maaaaaaaaoooowwwww………”

“ Luiiiiiiiiiss…”

Leon tried his absolute damndest to keep a stern face and an even sterner tone. But that stupid, toothy, godforsaken grin plastered on his doting partner’s face was breaking down his walls little by little and he was certain Luis knew too.

“…Please don’t tell me you have a cat in our bathroom sink”

“Promise you won’t be mad at me?” Leon’s posture softened as he watched Luis’ smile falter and fall.

“I could never be mad with you. Just why-“

“I found her outside, alright?!” Luis practically vomited his words out as he spun around on his heels to show off what he’d been hiding this whole time; a scruffy, sopping wet, and rather sad-looking kitten with flea treatment rubbed around the patches of fur that were missing and a pathetic little expression to boot.

Leon would be lying through his teeth if he didn’t admit that the sight of Luis holding a tiny little orange kitten in his hands like his life depended on it didn’t wanna make him melt into a puddle and cry.

“I went for a walk to clear my head and I heard a noise behind the liquor store and she was just covered in mange and fleas and she looked so sad and por favor entiende I couldn’t just leave her outside-“

“Luis, love,” Leon placed two firm hands against his shoulders, pausing his ramblings in their tracks.

“ I’m not mad at you”

“But-“

“I could never be mad at you. Not in a million years,”

Leon cupped Luis’ face with both of his hands and tilted his head down slightly; lifting off of his own toes just slightly to give him as gentle of a kiss as he could humanly manage on his forehead- little wrinkles of concern evening out in time with his shaky sighs.

“You understand that, right? There isn’t a single thing I could ever get mad at you for. Especially not something like this”

Leon gestured his hands to the little kitten. Luis gave him a shaky smile.

“ Lo sé…”

“But,”

There it was. That dreaded ‘ but’. Leon could already feel Luis tense right back up underneath his hold.

“…We can’t keep her, Luis. We can’t- I can’t look after a kitten. Let alone one that’s sick. She needs, like, medical attention, and there’s no way I’d have the time…”

Leon felt like the absolute worst human being on earth when he saw the absolute gut-wrenching expression on Luis’ face. His smile had turned into a completely crestfallen frown, and his bottom lip wobbled in time with his big, watery, brown doe-eyes that made Leon feel as though he’d just kicked a puppy across the room.

The pure disappointment and sadness on his partner's face made Leon feel so physically ill, he could hardly continue his sentence.

“Listen, I would love to keep her, honest, I really would-“

“I understand,” it was Luis’ turn to cut him off, this time with a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Forgive me, cariño. I just got too attached”

“But you didn’t-“

“You could do one last favor for me, no?”

Luis ignored him and was already walking away and towards the stairs, grabbing a towel as he passed to bundle the wet and scrunkly little cat in. Leon held in a sigh,

“Anything at all, dove”

“You don’t think you could feed our little Dulcinea, could you?”

Oh god the cat had a name.

Leon could practically hear the smirk in Luis’ voice as he sighed way too loudly and followed his tail down to the kitchen.

“ Of course I can”

“¡ Perfecto!! I brought some kitten formula on the way home, it shooooould be on the couch-“

Leon almost ran straight into Luis’ back as he spun around and practically threw ‘ Dulcinea’ into his arms.

“I’ll be in the kitchen making more,” yet another kiss was pressed to Leon’s cheek, this time accompanied with a wide grin and a spring in his partners stepped as he skipped away

“If she starts choking or anything just yell out!! ¡Ciao!!”

And so Leon was left standing there, totally dumbfounded, as he watched Luis skip around the corner, with a screaming kitten in his hands.

“ Aaaaaaaoaooooooaaaaaaaoooooo!!!!!”

“Ok, ok!! I get it! You like Luis more than me..”

Leon scoffed playfully, scruffing the orange ball of furs tiny neck just slightly to get a better grip on her as he turned the corner and practically collapsed onto their shared living room couch; earning him a surprised little “ mrrawpp!!”.

“Right,” Leon sighed, grabbing the formula that’d been stuffed inside of a little plastic container alongside a syringe with one hand, the other desperately trying to wrangle the kitten to stay still. “Ok. I can do this. I just need to stick this stuff in your mouth…”

The second Leon dragged the formula out of its bottle and nudged the syringe against the wailing cat's mouth, she instantly stopped meowing and took to the syringe like her life depended on it.

Leon had to internalize a bark of laughter at the sudden switch; instead choosing to smile to himself like an absolute idiot as he watched this tiny, tiny little bundle of fur suckle away at the syringe with such fervor Leon thought she was gonna be sick.

The two of them stayed like that for a while; Leon continuously and gingerly pushing milk down the syringe neck and the kitten suckling away at it faster than he could refill.

Eventually, though, she managed to slow her pace- even if it wasn’t by much. Her paws started kneading at Leon’s thighs (which… ow??) and her eyes began to droop lower and lower the longer she kept drinking.

And, once again, Leon would be lying through his teeth if he didn’t admit that he was beyond enamored with this little cat. He spent probably an hour just cooing to it and rubbing its tiny little forehead- all while his chin rested on the palm of his hand as he stared at her like she held the world in her tiny tiny tiny paws.

“ Hey, Luis???”

“Sancho??” Leon heard his partner shout back from the other room,

“ ¿Qué pasa?”

“What’d you say her name was again??”

There was a pause.

Leon could have sworn he heard Luis snicker from the other room.

“ D-Dulcinea! I-I c-called her Dulcinea-“

“Thanks dove-“

“Why do you ask??”

“No reason!!!”

“Suuuuuure….”

Leon sighed- dramatically- and chose to simply ignore Luis’ tone and continue cooing into Dulcinea’s ear; lifting her up onto his chest and wiping away the excess food from around her mouth as he pressed his back against the couch.

“ You’re really trying your hardest to get me wrapped around your finger, huh?”

Leon chuckled, rubbing his thumb against Dulcinea’s cheek to encourage her little purrs even further.

“… Y’know, maybe having a kitten wouldn’t be so bad after all,” he whispered, praying Luis couldn’t hear him from the other room. “ You’re awfully cute, after all…”

Leon yawned. And he had to physically bite back an audible “ Aaaaaaaaaaawwweeee” when Dulcinea yawned right after.

“ Ok, I get it. You’re tired. You’re a sleepy lil guy.”

He yawned again.

“I’m not actually that far off either…. Sleepy, sleepy lil guys… yep… that’s what the two of us are………”

——————

“Leeoooooooon??? I’ve got the rest of the formula ready if you wanna-“

Luis’ hands flew to his mouth to hold back a squeal once he rounded the corner to their shared living room and saw exactly who was- once again- dead to the world on the sofa.

Leon, with pretty much every single one of his limbs draped across the armchairs, and Dulcinea; curled up in a little loaf with her little head rested against Leon’s chest- slowly rising and falling in time with his breathing.

Luis thought his heart was about to shatter into a million pieces at the sight.

“ ¿Qué hice para merecerte, hmm…?”

Gently tucking Leon in underneath one of the spare duvets they kept draped over the couch with one hand, and brushing his blonde locks out of his eyes with the other, Luis could feel himself almost tearing up as he bent down to press a kiss against Leon’s forehead; before pressing a kiss to his fingers and gently patting Dulcinea’s head to follow suit. The longer he hung around Leon, the more of a crybaby he became; but he wasn't upset by that. Not in the slightest.

“ Que duermas bien mí Príncipe, mí Dulcinea,”

Luis pressed another kiss against Leon's forehead; this time cupping his cheek ever-so gently as he did.

“ Los amo a ambos. Dulces sueños.”

Turning off the living room light and leaving only the warm, yellowish glow from the tableside lamp, Luis couldn’t help but smile to himself as he stepped out of the room and felt that familiar glow of warmth in his chest.

He knew some days it’d be harder to convince himself of it. But there were reasons to keep going. He had a reason to survive that knife to the back. He had a reason to be alive.

Two of them, to be exact.

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rred-gaze · 6 months

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Sorry if this is kind of a bother but frankly I'm genuinely quite curious what your thoughts are on Yesod, or like, personal hcs and such! ( Mostly curious since some of your other posts with Verg were very silly! And frankly it's just nice to hear ppl rant abt their fav characters n such )

oh!!! dw i like asks, esp about characters i like :] i made a LONGGG list of hcs for him when he was my #1 blorbo that i added to over the years, i’ll put that and some general thoughts under the cut

headcanons:

-transmasc he/they. super gay also

-can say fuck. chooses not to.

-he’d probably tug at his clothes when he’s nervous (gloves, turtleneck, tie)

-malkuth is his friend! (and taller than him i decide the heights now)

-ROLAND IS HIS FRIEND

-he seems to like moons (moon the the bottom of the department in lob corp, in his ruina symbol, you can see a moon from his platform)

-(based on the moon thing) likes astronomy :)

EDIT: i have learned that in actual kabbalah yesod is known to be the sephirah of lunar consciousness so i think that connection to his character is really cool

-takes good care of his hair it would be silky and sofd <3

-if he ever had long hair he’d put it in a ponytail (turned out to be true: see beta designs in the artbook)

-lob corp yesod would have to wear long gloves if he was ever forced to wear short sleeved shirts

-gets cold easier than others (i know he was a Cube so he wasn’t actually wearing them but a turtleneck under a suit?? if he doesn’t get cold easily he’d be melting :( if it were sleeveless it’d be a bit better but still)

-the sephirot robot forms only have one eye. yesods was on the left. his bangs in ruina are on the right. most of his hair minus the bangs look pretty much the same length so this implies he grew his bangs out on purpose. what if he couldn’t get used to having two again. also he has no depth perception

-got that high intelligence low wisdom. can recite 60 digits of pi but doesn’t know what a handshake is

-what if he has fangs. like a v. like a vip. like a vi

-he likes shiny things...like an crow....give him a coin......

-wakes up at the asscrack of dawn

-you seen his floor? that man likes vaporwave. and also lights in general, i think

-likes tea (also turned out to be true? he’s drinkin some in that one credits cg)

-probably has a small plant in his office, likes gardening a little

-leaves you on read

-clicks his pen when he’s focused, doesn’t notice until someone tells him to stop

-doesn’t really like soda but thinks sprite is okay

-he smells like lavender i think

-doesn’t like when people make a big deal out of his birthday but he appreciates gifts and the like nonetheless

-gets bad caffeine jitters

-he’s a flirty drunk and gets extremely embarrassed about that when he sobers up

-uncomfortable in large groups, he gets overwhelmed if he’s around a lot of people for too long

-hovers around the people he’s closest to if he’s forced to be around a lot of people

-focuses the best if he’s by himself

-malkuth and yesod are siblings because i like them. this also makes elijah and gabriel’s deaths more sad

-yesod can do hair, he learned how to braid because elijah liked having their hair braided when they were younger

-i rotate them being twins and yesod being a natural brunette in my head sometimes

-if he were a snake he’d be a mangrove pit viper or lavender albino king snake i think

-he likes looking out the big tech sciences window to relax

-has a lot of scars across his body from scratching, i personally think he should’ve had his hand scars in ruina

-good with computers but complete shit at video games. he’d know the Lore to games he likes but absolutely cannot play them.

-likes the sound of computer fans and keyboards

-he’s totally autistic

self indulgent

-he seems like he’d get really flustered if you showed him any sort of affection, ESPECIALLY in public. hug him and he short circuits and dies

-if you ever managed to befriend him he seems kinda calming to be around when he’s not pissy. kinda guy you’d sit out in the balcony with in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep in a comfortable silence. might show you constellations if you wanted

-covers his face when he blushes

-would get super red when he’s embarrassed, tries to avoid people and hides away in his office

-touch starved but can’t ask for affection to save his life

-i think he’d show affection with little things yk. puts a blanket on you when you pass out on your desk. he’d probably try to cover it up with professionalism though. like “i noticed you haven’t eaten, think about how that’ll affect your work performance” instead of “eat something i’m worried about you”

-might also just sit near or lean on you

-if he likes you enough he’d be softer and more forgiving

-i personally tend to assign my character fixations flowers for some reason,,,he gets hyssops :) hydrangeas and lavender also make me think about he

jumbled thoughts:

part of the reason i like him so much is because i tend to have a thing for cold/stoic characters who are soft on the inside. yesod is only cold and sharp-tongued because he needs to be in order to succeed in lob corps environment. he doesn’t want to get attached to people. he cares so much that he couldn’t allow himself to feel anything at all, esp in an environment where he’s trying so fucking hard to reduce deaths by setting rules and keeping order but people die every day regardless. not only that, but his job was to destroy information that could potentially save those same people. he gets MAD if you let his employees die because he cares about them.

i also used to try and spread my rolsod agenda all the time, i think their relationship is fun

oh yeah and he’s totally OCD-coded. one thing i’ve always liked about projmoon media is how great their representation of mental illness is. both because it feels very accurate and real and a lot of horror media will just drop in a mentally ill person and go “ooo scary mentally ill person being scary bc they’re mentally ill oooo” but the horror aspect in lob corp is focused more on the horrible things that caused him to act that way. he became obsessed with rules and safety because elijah broke the rules and tested the cogito on herself, leading to her slow and painful death.

just a couple things i find cute about him:

-i know the viper nickname is supposed to be threatening but i think snakes are cute and so is he

-robot form <3

-that hair tuft

-HIS SMILE!!!!!

-his voice is hot okay byey

i don’t talk about yesod as much anymore because i can only have so many men at the forefront of my mind but make no mistake i still adore him

#lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #lob corp #lor #yesod #emo boy #asks #long post #👁️‍🗨️

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esmeyaleal · 7 months

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hi wormblrs ive had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while and could use some help if possible. this is just a thought experiment i guess and it doesnt really matter at all.

so has anyone read the zeroes trilogy by scott westerfeld? it was something i read a long time ago as a teenager.

anyways, im just trying to figure out the cape power classifications of each character in zeroes. ill try to provide a description of the powers for anyone interested who hasnt read zeroes, but some of them werent explained in much detail and its been a while since i read it. heres what ive got so far.

something to note, almost all powers are stronger in groups in "the curve", which is six or more people.

scam - he has something he calls "the voice," which speaks out of his mouth on his behalf. he gives some sort of goal or intention, and the voice says whatever it needs to achieve that goal. he has no idea what the voice will say until he says it, making it the only power in the series that explicitly works better in a one to one situation rather than with the curve. my best guess is hes a thinker, and the voice might be some sort of precognition.

flicker - shes blind, but she can see through other peoples eyes. people who research powers call this "sightcasting," and flicker later learns that blindness isnt a prerequisite for getting sightcasting. sightcasters can also manipulate peoples gazes within the curve, forcing attention on themselves. possibly a master, or maybe a shaker on that last point? and i think seeing through peoples eyes makes her a stranger, but i could be wrong.

crash - she can feel technology around her, and her power itches to destroy it. in a series of insults directed at the group, scam called her power "orgasmic" in the pleasure it brings her to destroy tech. she can also repair technology, but only after she destroys an equal amount of it. id call her a shaker, and maybe a low rated tinker since it takes a large group of people with the same power to create a device called the nexus (unimportant to this post). might be able to call her a type null trump if we assume she can crash tinker tech. (strangely, this is the only power in the series that has nothing to do with people and instead focuses on objects).

anonymous - the same power as imp, but easier to erase himself when immersed in the curve. he also cant suppress his power like imp can. others with this power are called stalkers. stranger classification.

mob - can sense and manipulate emotions. very similar to cherish, also stronger in the curve. other people with her power have been known as swarms, and they can influence groups to tear people apart with their bare hands. the reaction to encountering a swarm is essentially to kill them on sight before they influence too many people. master.

bellwether - similar to swarms, except instead of manipulating groups via emotion, he can manipulate groups by focusing their drive towards a goal. while you can sense which individual in a group is a swarm, bellwether learns that he can "turn his power inside out" and hide himself within the groups he manipulates, making him similar to stalkers. hes also apparently super weak out of the people with his power, and later meets piper, who has the same power but exhibits far more control. master/stranger.

glitch - one of the powers i have a lesser understanding of. she seems to mitigate perception of value within the curve, heavily disorienting people in the process. shaker.

verity - she creates an irresistible urge in the people around her to tell the truth. when using her power on scam, he wasnt sure if she was forcing the voice to tell the truth. another shaker.

coin - i also dont understand this one too well, but he distorts value in the other direction. he once made blank pieces of paper seem like cash while in the curve. hes romantically involved with glitch, and the combination of their powers, where he creates value in a group and she removes it, kinda seems like a sex thing. also shaker.

i think thats every power in the trilogy, at least every one i can remember. well if you bothered to read this, what do you think of their classifications?

edit: corrected the last three from masters to shakers.

#worm #parahumans

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clkkkkkk · 8 months

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Character animation

Here i animated my snakes walking cycle. I made the snake face to the side to make it easier to animate. In the animation i made the snake coil up and expand to simulated it slithering along the ground and made the tounge move in and out of the mouth to just add some more detail. To do all of this i followed all of the steps that we took to animated the coin but using my character instead. I used 6 frames to animated this walking cycle just so it was a bit smoother.

Here's my idle animation for my snake. I used 4 frames for this animation. I used the same process as i used for my walking cycle animation and coin animation. I made the idle animation look like the snake is breathing because i thought it would be pretty cool.

Heres the animation for my snake jumping. Its only 1 extra frame due to something in unreal engine making it so a complex animation doesnt work properly. Im not really sure about this animation so i might not use it for my game but you never know. If i dont ill just make it so my game is constantly downhill with no jumps involved.

And finally, here is my death animation. The snake turns black and its eyes go gray to show the lifelessness. Im going to use the physics in unreal engine to make the death more interesting than this but overall im quite happy with the animation and it looks pretty smooth.

All in all making these animations were quite easy once i knew how to do it, except from the jumping animation, its kinda difficult to animate a snake lunging lol. But im very happy with how they turned out and im happy to put them into my game.

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Sorry if this is a bit long but I do really like coming here to talk about our latest fiction gripes lol. Ok so I totally agree with you about tdp and now s5. It's definitely something that started back in s4 but I was still trying to be optimistic. The show is as wide as an ocean but about as deep as a puddle recently. Pick a lane on how mature you want the show to be writers? I love kids shows i do (I loved Nimona), and I love adult fantasy animation as well (Vox Machina). And yes no show is without flaws, but guess what, the thing that they both have in common is GOOD emotional writing and choices that don't make the audience feel stupid when watching it. The dragon prince would have been amazing if it started out as a darker more mature adult show like vox machina. But it instead WAS written with the emotional stability and thought provoking messages of being for all ages that Nimona has (seasons 1-3)! I think the time jump kinda screwed with the pacing and the writers thought older characters must mean a little less fart jokes, more horses getting eviscerated (that was something I was THROWN with lol). But writing depth is not that simple obviously, I do like the more mature fight scenes and villains(the sea captain was actually pretty cool and I wish we could've gotten more of him) but just constantly jumping back and forth between the childish schneagains of claudia and her boyfriend and then back to something more dangerous and "scary" is not a good way to try to bring in every audience age group. I'm kinda tired of the 3D art too? Imagine if the characters were animated in 2D just like all of the fantastic 2D backdrops and end credit art. Oh well i guess. I am curious what their "hard hitting" writing will turn into (even though I think you're right in that it alienates the very young audience that made the show successful?). I just wish I could go back to feeling the show gave me back in the first 3 seasons, because I still love the characters themselves.

I forgot to add cause I just thought more about it lmao. The overall Satisfaction is what is missing from tdp in these past two seasons. In seasons 1-3 what was really fun to watch was the character growth, Rayla and the boys learning to trust one another and what got everyone into this situation in the first place. Now its kinda stalled and it sorta feels like its more filler than giving us the meat we so desperately want. Like what happened in the two years Rayla was away? What are aaravos's more grand scale plans? Why do they refuse to touch more on Raylas parents and Runaan in the coins?Etc Etc Etc But nooo give us another season of slow filler and fart jokes just to get to one goal (that they honestly could have done by the middle of the season) and than we're just left with a WELP SEE YOU NEXT YEAR. Ummmm yeah thats about it off the top of my head lol

No worries, my asks are always open to ppl ranting about fiction~~

Awwww I am so so sorry you were disappointed, but yeah your gripes are valid! I have it way easier, I realized I was just charmed by the setting and none of the seasons were for me actually, but I can imagine how it must feel to want more of something you've enjoyed and only keep getting bad versions of it. You're so right that the plotline of arc 2 feels like filler- we cut back to the characters and they are STILL in some random woods STILL talking about the same stuff STILL being boring and then we do it for 18 episodes. This is where I think the show would profit fantastically from "monster of the week" format, where yeah we spend 18 episodes traveling but every episode or two delivers SOME form of a narrative conclusion. It doesn't even have to be literal monsters if they think that's too childish, it could be any kind of short, self contained stories that add up to a larger story, kind of like how a proper cartoon aimed at all ages should be lololol. Your last bit of ask 1 depicts how I feel perfectly - "I wish I could go back in time and feel the way I did during the first few seasons, also I wanna see what is soooo dark and mature that kids can't be exposed to it".

#eernask #grilledpasta #eernask talk tdp #tdp dunking

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fxirest-of-them-xll · 2 years

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❛ slowly breathe in and out. that’s it. ❜ (Wilf, rosetintedgunman. Kinda suits the idea of helping them feel grounded again?)

@tbhiamembarrassed

includes unreality, dissociation, friends with benefits, and some sappy friendship musing because I cannot write porn without having at least a page of sentimental build up apparently

The DA had heard about getting your brains fucked out, but they’d always thought it was a figure of speech.

Though, they suppose that their situation was hardly one that would have been taken into account by whoever had coined the phrase. Their body was more of a suggestion than a defined physical thing anymore, the lingering memories of what they used to have, blurred and fuzzied by a century of isolation and wavering consciousness. They didn’t even have brains anymore. Just empty space, a hollowed out doll held up by only its sheer will and spite. Some days, it felt as if even that wasn’t enough anymore. Like their seams were unravelling and their pattern was falling to pieces.

Once, those feelings signalled the void to weave them back together, creeping inside their empty spaces and filling them with pre written backstory and choreography, embroidering their costume and make up, turning them into the perfect stand in for whatever role they were assigned. They didn’t have to worry about anything but following the script. Until the next time they started to unravel, at least.

But now there wasn’t any entity to siphon away their agony. Only the DA’s own mind, treacherous and unpredictable as it was, so often falling into pits of despair to sabotage itself, getting lost in pointless, agonising cycles of memories better left forgotten. It was so easy to let it overtake them. To become nothing more than a raw, pulsating wound, agonised and bleeding, reaching out to the familiar oblivion of the void that was always lurking nearby.

It never got easier. But there were things that helped.

Wilford was one of them. Or, most of them, really, if the DA was being technical. He was the one that had let them stay at the Roller, the safest place they could ever be, given them a job tending the bar to distract their mind, kept them from falling back into old habits... He was kind to them. Even with his eccentricities, the bubblegum pink and banana yellow extravagance, booming voice and thundering laugh, he was still capable of the quieter moments. Steadying hands covering theirs, twitching moustache hidden smiles, and eyes that saw them, really saw them, and understood what they meant when they said they felt not real. He was perhaps one of the few people who really could understand.

Oh, and he sometimes fucks them.

The DA couldn’t claim to have understood how it had happened. They hadn’t even thought they were capable of it anymore, given their unique circumstances, but Wilford had been willing to try, and... Well. It had been a hundred years. The DA had hardly been a Casanova in their living years, but they’d at least known how to take care of themselves, and being stuck in the mirror hadn’t exactly given them many opportunities to relive their tension. And by God, did they have tension. Wilford’s offer had been unexpected, but accepted. He’d seemed insistent that it would help with their other body related issues.

They hadn’t expected him to be right.

But if anyone would have been able to fuck the otherwise unfuckable, they supposed it would be Wilford. His exploits across the multiverse were practically legend, and enough old flames had passed through the Roller that had been more than happy to confirm the tales, as well as some that had been less happy, and had left with a resounding slap to the bar owners face. He’d since settled down, as he called it. But the rumours remained.

And even with such lofty standards to meet, he’d certainly not disappointed.

So it had become a semi regular thing. The DA would get jittery and start dropping glasses, sprouting too many hands, losing themselves in the haze of their own thoughts, and Wilford would gently take them aside after their shift and lead them to the little bedroom above the bar and remind them just where their body ended and began. Or, less often, but more so as of late, the DA would grab his sleeve and drag him up instead.

It’d been one of those less rare occasions that day. They’d been practically tearing his clothes off before the bedroom door had even fully shut behind them, countless hands working to slide all the buttons open and unclip suspenders to get to the prize waiting underneath, and Wilford had been laughing, low and thundering against them, and it’d been good. More than good, even. They’d been doing this long enough that Wilford could read their body’s signals better than them, knowing exactly how tight his grip should be, whether he should guide their rhythm or let them set it...

And when they were pushing themselves too far, clearly.

The DA was still finding their limits. Their new not quite body was unknown to everyone, most of all themselves, and the line between catharsis and dissociation was thinner than they’d thought. Somewhere between Wilford’s cock pulsing and spilling inside them, his hands gripping their hips hard enough to leave bruises, and their own third, maybe fifth orgasm, the haze of pleasure had become just a haze, and then a floating static buzz, and they’d felt nothing at all anymore.

Had he let go of them? When had he left? Had he ever been there at all? Or was this just another story? Maybe they’d never left the mirror. Perhaps this was another delusion, a new story written by the void, so realistic that they’d forgotten to grow wise to it. But all good things came to an end, and now it was time to get back to reality. They just need to let go. Let themselves dissolve and dissipate into the waiting void, go back to where they belong, stop kidding themselves and—

It’s Wilford’s forehead bumping theirs that brings them back, his moustache tickling their nose as he speaks to them, low and soft, like he’s talking to a spooked animal. “Come back to me now, sugar. Y’hear me? Slowly breathe in and out.”

The DA tries to comply. Wilford shows them how, his chest moving slow and steady, hot breath ghosting at their not face, and it helps the, remember what having lungs was like. In, one, two, out, one, two. The world comes back into focus around them a little more with every breath. “That’s it,” he hums, his hands moulding the spilled edges of their being back into shape. “There we are. Back safe and sound. Good thing too; ya got any idea how hard it is to find a decent bartender on short notice?”

That has the DA laugh; or as close as they can at the moment. It’s more like a badly tuned radio fluctuating in volume, but Wilford recognises it nonetheless. He always seems to just know what they mean, even sometimes before they do. He stays there with them for... A while. They’re not sure how long. Long enough that the DA settles back into their skin, only a slight echoing sensation left to remind them of their episode, and Wilford’s soothing touch quietens it.

Sorry, they sign, not trusting their voice yet.

“‘S no problem, darlin’. You’re still figurin’ this whole thing out, yeah?” He presses a tickling kiss to their cheek. “Gotta work out the kinks, and they can’t always be the fun kind.” The DA chuckles with him, velvet baritone and static fuzz. They stay there until Wilford’s breathing goes deep and steady with sleep, and the DA mimics him for so long that they feel themselves dozing off as well. Normally the sensation would be too close to losing themselves in the void, but with Wilford snoring softly against them...

They think it’ll be okay just for tonight.

#; through the mirror (asks)#; ultraviolet pink (wilford)#; on the rocks (the moonlight roller)#tw unreality #tw dissociation #; tbhiamembarassed

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coolfireguy73 · 2 years

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So... Tag game ?

I don't do a lot of those especially because I tend to forget to write them after being tagged.

Was tagged from @welcome-to-ikea , apparently the rule is you tag people you want to know more about, i'm honestly quite surprise you want to know more about me Ikea.

Here we go:

Favorite time of year: Winter I guess ? I like summer but not when it's too hot, and it's way easier to warm up when it's cold than to cool down when it's hot.

Comfort food: Chips, Candy, uh... dry sausage? (idk how you call "saucisson" in english). I eat a lot of snacks all week long, when I'm bored, when I'm sad, when I'm happy. The snack I want to eat on a particular day changes. I don't have one specific food.

Do you collect something ? I used to collect Pokemon cards, still buy some from time to time, I still have them ! tho i lost a fair few of them. I'm sure I may have had some pretty good cards too. Also a looooong time ago i used to collect samps and coins. I have no idea where they may have gone...

Favorite drink: I want to say Fanta. I don't think I have one but every time I have to choose I say Fanta by default. I drink a lot of soda and fruit juice.

Favorite song: It has changed a few times and I love listening to musique so much I can't really have one and only favorite song. I have to say I used to listent to Bangarang (Skrillex) a lot, Antidot (Style of eye & Magnus), then Spin eternally (Camellia), Sunburn (the Living Tombstone) and Chop Chop (Virtual riot) more recently...

Current favorite song: Ok so, funny story. I'm quite of a noobie in the TF2 community, and one day I was watching an sfm video, when one voice line seemed a little bit to familiar, turns out It was used in a song I listened to for a few years now. AND ! TURNS OUT ! The guy that made it made a few songs using TF2 voices so.... yeah I listen to all of them. I never liked songs that used voices from video games because usually it's kinda... cringe. But omg those ones, those ones are great ! So I'd say my current favoriteS songS are Cry some more, Chop Chop, and Pray for Riddhim VIP (all from Virtual riot). BUT ALSO Heartache, and also Temporaty love and I wanna be a machine (both from The living tombstone) and also...

Favorite fic: I don't really have one. I used to read a lot of them tho ! But I do have ONE that sticks to me, a very veeery long time ago in the middle of my creepypasta phase I discovered a very long fanfic that I remember loving at the time but re-reading it now it's... t's so bad, it's so so bad. But it's one of those "it's so bad it's good". To give you an idea, it's about a mary sue emo teenager named Marie Keter at the end of the first book she dies, and is brought back to life for the second book. She falls in love with laughing Jack (and they have a baby...), she doesn't know her father (it's another creepypasta, and dies at the end of the second book), in the third book suddently she had a long lost blind bother and there is a wolf named wolf too. The writer keeps adding characters from so random things like at one point there is IB from this old indi game, there is some manga characters, there is purple guy from FNAF and she even fuses her fic with the univers of Tokyo Ghoul, it makes no sens... and it's not just some references they play a big role and even stay for the rest of the story. I would link it but one: it's in french, and two: she deleted it, but idk why, I think Wattapad bugged, but I still have access to the three tomes on my old account.

And that is it, I wont tag anyone because I don't really know people here... But it was fun. Sorry for any mistakes and typos I may have made, I had a huge headache that lasted for more than a day now, it's 1 am and I thought it would be a good idea to write this...

Anyway goodbye to you all, I'm gonna go sleep now, and come back tomorrow for more TF2 doodles ^^

#tag game #i'm so tired

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wintbuffalo · 2 years

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#AVATAR ICONATOR HOW TO#

The stories will just be mini, one or two page ones. I'm not sure if I have mentioned this before to anyone, but I am thinking once I wind up this lesson I move on to smaller comics. The manager of the Packers (and someone else) didn't like him. But then, weeks ago, he decided he wasn't retiring! Nope! He was coming back to play football, presumably with the Packers! Well, good. He was getting kinda old for a foot ball player. It was very emotional for all cheeseheads involved, but it was a respected decision. He was the Packers star player for years, but he retired last spring. Oooh, here's a big rant! Remember Brett Favre? Of course you do. But no one has any sympathy for me in THAT department.Īnd marching season is starting soon. Last, I have a giant stack of books to read. Then! Then! There is summer homework for Kez, which I still haven't finished, despite the fact that school starts in less than a week. This means my parents want me to do all sorts of errands for them. But this summer has been very distracting! It's not (entirely) my fault!įirst of all, I got a job.

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In it he shows how to build a unit directly from Tableau when you already have an ID column. You can check the result above:īONUS: If you would like more advanced guidance in creating unit charts, I would recommend this post from Chris Love. All those things done, I opened my new file in Tableau and generated my column shaped as coins. The final part was to out put the data as a Tableau Data Extract (tde.) file. REMEMBER: the IF condition in Alteryx ends with an ENDIF (and not only with an END like in Tableau). To do that, I created a formula defining that IF (RowCount) a new Column called “Coins” (to store the strings “US” and “Rest of the World”), and.STEP THREE: Assigning which rows are “US” and which are the “Rest of The World” Now all I need to do is to drag and drop the “Generate Rows” toll and instruct it to transform the number (20) into rows. Instead of inputting data, I used the “Input Text” tool and created a value of 20, that is the number of rows I would like to create on my viz (Each one of the rows is one coin in the final visualisation). How to create a unit chart in Alteryx? STEP ONE: Generating a value that you will use after to create the rows So I did all the Alteryx process again and created a new file, more realistic, with only 20 rows (that turned into 20 coins). My initial plan was to create a column made of 100 coins and colour them to represent US and the “Rest of the World”.Īs you can check in the following image, I changed my mind in the middle of the process when I realised that I was crazy when I thought that representing 100 coins in a column could be a great idea. Yes, ONLY TWO RECORDS! The first one with the debt of US and the other with the debt of the “Rest of the World”. I came up with this idea because the dataset Andy Kriebel chose had only two records. However, Chris suggested to use Alteryx to make it easier to create what I would like: a unit chart to visualise the data. Today we had Chris Love (Alteryx Ace and Tableau Zen Master) with us all day teaching how to use Alteryx to prepare the data before creating visualisations in Tableau.Īs today was also #MakeOverMonday I decided to do both things at the same time: to learn a little bit more about Alteryx and to create my #MakeOverMonday about the American debit.īefore coming up with this idea of combining both things, I was trying to do all the steps in Tableau. In this tutorial, I will show how I generated a unit chart using Alteryx Tableau doesn’t come with an automated option to create unit charts (or pictograms), but it doesn’t mean that it is impossible to generate one.

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achillieus · 3 years

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let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

quick note: i wrote this back in 2018 after meeting sebastian in greece but i redited it now, so if you see any mistakes or typos please tell me :)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, sebastian desperately needs to hug the reader, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning

part: 2/6

(other parts) (masterlist)

It’s Monday when they come back from their small trip to the south. You’re watering the jasmine in your balcony when you hear the engine of Argyris’ car slowly shut down and see two figures getting out of the back seats.

It’s him and a blonde woman. You remember meeting her that night in the terrace. You’ve learnt that she’s a great actress and will play the other main character in the film.

When she notices you looking at them, she waves.

“Hey, Sebastian it’s your friend there.” She gives his shoulder a soft nudge.

We’re not friends. That’s what you almost yell back at her.

His head shots up, smiling.

He’s always smiling. It’s getting annoying.

You can see him going through his bag as he calls your name.

“Look, I brought you some traditional sweets.” He’s holding a small wrapped up package. He starts wiggling it in the air.

He looks so jolly and proud of himself. It makes your throat dry.

And before you can control it, you laugh. You can’t see it from where you’re standing but he bites his bottom lip at the sound.

Two hours later he’s sitting in your kitchen devouring half of the pastries he got you.

“These are actually so good, how can you not like them?” He says and it comes out all garbled. His mouth is full of sugary dough.

You do like them. But he does too. And you can find them anytime you want here. You doubt it’s the same in New York.

“They’re just not my favorite,” he nods “but thank you anyway.”

“Well let’s say you owe me,” you furrow your brows in confusion “and will repay me by sending me some of those once I’m gone.”

He laughs before taking another bite.

And as you stare at him, you notice that he’s different. His gaze is tranquil, his voice is soft and he has some cream at the corner of his lips.

Like that, he looks more like a guy you met at college than a well known actor.

Like that, we could be friends, you think.

You talk a lot. He tells you about his time in Romania and his first audition. It makes you realize you are far more interested in acting than what you thought. You tell him how you think team Iron Man is the superior team. He gasps, as if he is hurt.

He doesn’t mention his girlfriend. You don’t ask about her. It’s easier for both of you this way.

A stifling heat rises to your body as you walk under the burning sun. You don’t realize how Argyris gets you to give Sebastian a tour around the city, but you can remember a pair of light eyes pleading you.

You can easily hear him humming to himself. You turn to look at him. He’s wearing a hat and his forehead is sweating. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“You’re in a very good mood today.”

“Aren’t you?”

“Well I’m stuck with you for the day so what choice do I have?” You shrug.

He makes a face at you. You crack and a huge smile forms in your face.

He leans closer, mouth to ear and then he speaks.

“You know, I can’t tell if you hate me or just like me too much.”

His breath hits your cheek.

You try not to blink at the sudden foreign touch.

His words find your skin and they’re so clear and powerful. Suddenly you’re an open page to him.

He crosses his arms in front of his chest and waits for an answer, a nod, a glance.

You are still standing close, the city sounds doing nothing to ease the heated silence between you two.

He realizes you’re not going to give him any response so he lowers his eyes.

And then, when he looks up again, it almost feels like he gives you mercy and agrees to let you get away with it this time.

He smiles.

“So where is Acropolis?”

When he’s lying on your couch after six hours of being a tourist and under the summer sun he looks exhausted. Still he’s his typical talkative self.

“You are always so pumped.”

“And you rarely are.”

“Doesn’t it get tiring?” you ask each other at the same time. It seems like you are two different sides of the exact same coin. One body. One heart.

“Today was nice.” He stretches his arms. “Thank you.”

You open the window. There is barely any wind out there. The air smells of hot cement and flowers.

The man on your couch has closed his eyes, breathing softly.

You try to ignore him over and over for the last days. Until you cannot ignore him anymore; your world has come to an end.

So many people know who Sebastian Stan is.

Only few will ever know him like this; falling asleep on a cheap brown couch with his hair messy, his chest rising and falling and his mind empty of thoughts.

These are photographs of your memories now.

An involuntary smile spreads across your face at the thought.

You see him swift and his hand clenches tightly around a throw pillow.

“Stop looking at me like that you creep,” he says.

“Come closer,” he means.

The sun is long gone and he’s still asleep when there’s a knock on your door. It’s Argyris.

“Please tell me he’s here.”

You nod and motion towards Sebastian’s drifted away body.

“When I left you this morning, I didn’t actually think you’d last this long together.” He tells you the moment he sees him.

The words fall out of his mouth too easily for your liking. “But I should have known better.”

You don’t understand much. You take a step out of your door. You don’t want to wake him up.

“Do you know how many times he mentioned you while we were away?’

Everything stops and falls quiet in the hall.

The words choke you. You shake your head.

“I need you to be smarter than him.” He says and touches your shoulder. “His world moves too fast for people like us.”

It’s effortless not to look at the man in front of you. It’s hard not to shallow his saying.

He wakes up an hour later. He looks at you and it feels sacred. His eyes are still red and the pillow has left a mark on his left cheek.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep here.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it was rude, you should have yelled at me to wake up or something.”

“But you looked tired.”

You carry on with doing the dishes and you hear the couch squeak as he stands up and steps towards you.

The water is refreshingly cold on your skin and the soap smells like lemon.

His hands find your waist and his touch is burning. You wish he disappears. You wish he stays for the night. You don’t even know what you’re wishing for anymore. He comes closer and rests his head on top of yours.

And then he wraps his arms around you and you get flashes of days and nights where there was not enough air for you to breath and your ribs ached.

His action is not so noble. It feels like his body steals all the rationality you have. But it gives you this feeling that there will be no more starless skies at night. And that’s enough for now, so you don’t complain.

His skin feels soft and he smells of sweat and vanilla. Somehow you find that alluring.

He looks at you for a second, like he’s trying to memorize your face. And then he pulls away completely silent.

You try to understand what he’s thinking but he gives nothing away. You were never good at reading people.

You blink and he’s almost out of your apartment.

“Goodnight” he shouts.

“Goodnight” you whisper.

You close the window. You wonder how he will spend the night. He probably won’t sleep soon. He just woke up.

But you can’t sleep either. You just move around in your bed. You sink into the sheets and try to close your eyes.

Your phone buzzes.

He follows you on Instagram.

I need you to be smarter than him.

You go through his profile. You want to think he’s doing the same. You want him to do the same.

His world moves too fast for people like us.

You sigh. Perhaps there could have been a time when you would have stayed away from him, but you can’t pretend to ignore it for much longer. And you’re scared of it. And you’re scared of him.

But you’re more scared of how hard it’s for loneliness to fade. And you wish this doesn’t end like a greek tragedy.

One day of the following week you go out for coffee. The curly haired woman comes with you. You don’t understand why. And while you’re adding more sugar to your espresso, she tells him she loves his acting. She uses all kinds of adjectives to describe it; hopeful and poignant, celestial.

You like the way she talks. She sounds beautiful. You almost envy her abundance of words.

But Sebastian stops listening.

He watches the way your fingers wrap around the sugar box. He can see your nerves and your synapses move underneath your skin and he thinks he’s watching a dance show.

He will never tell you, but it’s then; under the morning sun and with sugar in your hands, that he feels his heart beat with the power of cymbals for the first time.

He thinks you don’t have to know.

He’s wrong.

You learn the girl is an actress herself. They’ll be in the movie together. They look stellar together.

Looking at them, gives you a violent feeling that wrenches your stomach around.

You can’t hate her for that. You feel like it’s more your fault than hers. That feeling however, grabs you by the shoulders and doesn’t let go. You try not to let it show.

But for some reason when Sebastian almost touches your palm, you look at her and you’re certain this is entirely mutual.

You make a silent agreement to not include him in any of this.

“You were extremely quiet earlier.” He says as you reach the building you call home.

He wants to spend time together until his scheduled shooting. You don’t complain.

“You always say that.” You try to joke. He looks right at you.

And then you notice that his eyes aren’t the color of the sea. They’re more grayish blue. They’re like a frozen lake in December.

“I know,” he starts messing with his hair “But you can’t deny you barely talked back there.”

When you enter your apartment, he immediately throws himself on your couch. These last few days it feels like he owns that right spot there in front of your big window.

“I’ve told you, I talk when I have something to say.”

He smiles at your words.

“Then I must be lucky you talk to me.” He whispers softly.

You sit next to him. If you move a little closer you could touch him, feel his warmth. You don’t.

You never thought of how easy it has become to talk to him. You don’t keep your thoughts locked and your teeth clenched around him. And that’s a novice feeling for you.

You let your eyelids fall close and lay back.

There’s a language between you two. It starts with secret glances and whispers and now it contains words that build and ruin bodies and souls.

Sometimes you want to say them all together. Sometimes you just want to open your mouth and let everything flow out but then you’re scared you’ll make him mad. Or you’ll make him love you.

You can’t decide which is worse and that’s enough to stop you.

“What is this thing between us?” He sounds all tender-like, but his blood feels heavy at the moment. He’s not sure if he can keep breathing. He regrets the words that leave his lips, when it’s already too late.

You have the answer figured out long time before he asks. But you’re not ready to give it to him.

“I don’t know” you open your eyes “I don’t know.” You repeat.

He doesn’t tell anyone but sometimes he feels nauseous before a shooting. You can clearly see that now. His pacing up and down the room and his roaming eyes give him away.

You are surprised. You never thought he could be nervous. He looks so confident and radiant all the time; you sometimes forget he is still a regular human being.

“You have no reason to worry.” His lips twitch.

“I know.”

“But you still worry.” You grin and catch his arm to stop him from moving.

The look he gives you is acute.

“You have no reason to be sad,” he starts, without breaking eye contact “but you still are.”

You feel naked and hug yourself close.

It’s very strange to have someone scratch everything from you and see your raw truth. You’re not certain it’s something you enjoy. You wish it didn’t make you quiver.

Sebastian wishes he could scratch deeper under your dermis and your fingernails and slither there between your muscles and your heart where blood runs thick and melancholy hasn’t conquered yet.

“I’m sorry.” He shakes his head.

“You didn’t say anything hurtful.”

You worry your words may come out bitter. You don’t want that.

“It won’t last forever.” he says and then your name appears in his tongue. You like the way he says it. It almost sounds like poetry. “You won’t be sad forever.”

You smile and, in that moment, you aren’t a worldwide known celebrity and a girl in her early twenties. You are just two people seeking comfort.

The same night there’s a party for the first day of shooting. You don’t feel like going, but he doesn’t let you stay home.

What did you do last night?

Went to a party with Sebastian Stan, typical Thursday night.

You can picture the look on everyone’s face. It makes your lips turn upward just a little.

“I told you to be careful.” The voice sounds almost far away but your neighbor is standing right next to you as he mutters.

“I am.” You say with a laugh. He crosses his arms.

“No, you are here, watching him starry-eyed.”

Your fingers start playing with the rough fabric of your dress.

“I don’t know how to stop it.” You whisper.

He tells you to not entail yourself in something you don’t know the way out of. But what does he know about solitude and rushed breaths?

What does he know about a pair of eyes that look like a frozen lake?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

He’s watching you from afar while you talk with Argyris. He notices how your chest moves along with your breathing in a way it looks like it’s made of pure glass.

For a while he thinks of staying there and keep observing you but then Argyris leaves and you’re all alone. And he starts walking closer to you.

All eyes are on him as he goes through the main dance floor. The curly haired actress stops moving to the beat and follows him with her gaze.

They both reach you.

And you know he’s moving towards you before you can see him. It’s like your body is aware of his presence madly fast.

His eyes seem darker under the hazy light.

He grabs your hand.

You almost heave.

“Let’s get out of here.” He breaths.

You walk for some time. It’s late and Athens is quiet around that time. There is only a soft broken sound of cars and you think about that time you saw a car crash happen in front of your eyes.

You sit close in an old dirty staircase in a forgotten back alley. The city has a lot of those, but people don’t notice. They just walk past them, always in a hurry.

Sebastian sighs heavily. He looks at you in a way it makes you think he’s trying to memorize everything. The way midnight air caresses your body, the way red lighting falls in your hair from that street lamp. He looks at you for an indefinite and long period of time and it feels exquisite.

You place your fingers on his palm and the world flickers. He’s still wearing the rings they gave him for the movie and they feel cold against your skin.

“Do you ever miss Romania?”

The question startles him.

“Every day.”

You nod. Maybe he knows more about sorrow than you give him credit for.

“I remember the dog fence and our neighbors’ daughter and the orange sky through my window, minutes before sun set.”

Your hand locks around his and you stay silent for a while.

“This is the Lyra constellation.” His eyes light up as he looks up.

You remember reading about how much he’s into space. It’s intriguing.

“Where?”

He doesn’t let go of your hand. Instead he picks it up and guides it with his own. His body moves closer. There’s no cold in the air.

As your eyes search for the stars that your hands point at, he watches you and he’s certain that one day he’d love to lay on his back, with you on his side and show you all the little dead planets in the sky. Show you the secrets of the universe.

And he feels like this is the type of beauty that musicians try to write songs about.

“Ah!” Your grip becomes tighter and you smile. “I can see it!”

He laughs at your childish enthusiasm.

You laugh too.

And then you let your head fall on his shoulder, your hair touching his bare skin. You don’t blame them for making him wear sleeveless shirts for the film.

You can him feel shudder at your sudden motion, but then he exhales and his muscles relax.

He observes the features of your face from this angle. He almost traces them with his fingers.

“They’re probably going to kill me for stealing you away from the party.” You whisper.

“I think I was the one who grabbed your hand and left.” He laughs again and you can feel his chest pounding.

His phone buzzes. He doesn’t look at it. He closes his eyes.

“Δείξε μου όλα τα αστέρια. ”

He doesn’t understand a word but your voice sounds too close. You feel too close. And that’s almost tearing him apart.

“What does that mean?”

You turn to look at him. The neon sign on the old building behind him keeps trembling.

“It means, show me the stars.”

And he does. And he feels like he could burn alive.

And you will never tell him; but you still think of him when you catch a glimpse of burning stars.

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thewritingginger · 3 years

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Will It Ever Be The Same? P.1

Ok I made the first part of this idea I had that was going to be a one shot but it was getting kinda long so here's what I've got so far!

The beginning was a trip for me to write/edit when I decided to change the tense it was in 🥴 So forgive any mistakes, I’ve read and edited this as many times as I physically could handle before I got tired of the words on the screen :)

Enjoy ~

Fandom: Blood of Zeus Pairing: Seraphim x Fem! Reader Word count: 4.5k+ words Warning(s): 16+, Mentions of violence and death, Angst, Fluff, (More might be added over course of writing)

Summary: Seraphim saved you from a pair of boys when you were young and from then on your friendship grew. Everything was perfect till disaster struck, causing you to flee. It’d be 10 year till you saw each other again. Will this rekindled friendship grow to be much more or will it end in disaster once again?

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The midday sun was high in the sky, beating down on the flooded marketplace. There were stall keepers hollering their offers and deals that blended together with the rest of the nonsensical crowded chatter. “Make sure you keep up with me. You wouldn’t want to get lost again.” The boy's mother said, giving him a knowing glance as he refocused on their path.

He stood in a shaded bit by the shop hut as his mother was exchanging herbs and spices for coin pieces. His attention was then drawn to the sound of children yelling.

“Hey, wait up guys!” A girl, younger than he, yelled winded as she chased after a pair of boys.

“Leave us alone! We don’t want a girl with us, you’re too slow!”

“Yeah so go away.” A boy with sandy hair added as he shoved the girl to the ground. The duo started to laugh and make fun of her as she began to cry.

“Well that’s not very nice.” The boy’s mother said, breaking his attention. He turned to her with a raised brow.

“Well not like we can do anything about it.” He shrugged, about to walk away.

“Seraphim.” He stopped. “You should always try to help others if you can.” She smiled at him, sweeping her palm over his hair as she walked past him to the next stall. Letting out a huff he glanced up at the back of her head then back to the girl crying in the dirt.

Walking over to the two boys still joking and laughing he strode right up to the sandy haired boy and shoved him to the ground with a hard thud. “What the heck! What was that for?”

“Now you know how it feels to be pushed in the dirt.” With his hands on his hips Seraphim looked down at the boy then up to his accomplice - who took a step back.

“Whatever.” The boy stood up, dusting himself off. “Let’s get out of here, he can deal with her.” The two of them scampered off through the crowd as Seraphim turned to the sniffling girl.

Looking up she saw his extending hand. Hesitantly she reached for it and got up. “I’m… Seraphim.” He introduced awkwardly as she whipped away the remaining tears and snot on her sleeve.

“I’m Y/n.” She stuttered. “Thanks for helping me.”

“Yeah it was whatever. My mom said it’s good to help people so… that’s why I did it.” He scratched his head and looked around like he wished to be elsewhere than in silence with the snot nosed girl. “Well I’m gonna go, bye.”

“Wait!” She interjects. Twisting her hands together she then shook her head and looked down. “Nevermind.” Seraphim looked at her for a second more and before he could say or do anything else he heard his mother’s voice.

“Seraphim are you ready- Oh hello.” She smiled before looking down at her son. “I saw that some boys were giving you trouble. I hope my son wasn’t one of them.” Seraphim tsked and looked at his mom, a small curve of her lip grew while she kept her gaze towards the girl.

“Oh, no. He actually helped me, he pushed the boy that hurt me and got them to leave.” Seraphim gave a nervous smile to his mom when she raised a brow at him.

“Well I’m glad my boy could help you. I’m Ariana, would you like to join us for lunch?” His mother asked, which caused Seraphim’s head to whip towards her but she just chuckled sweetly.

“Uh, I don’t want to be a bother…” the girl trails off meekly glancing at the dark haired boy before looking to the ground.

“Nonsense! We would love to have you join us. Right Seraphim?” She places her hand on his bare shoulder.

“Yeah, sure.”

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Seraphim’s mom directed the two of you to go hangout in the shade as she gathered a few more things.

Sitting under a tree, Ariana’s back still in sight, you and Seraphim were in silence. He was standing with a stick in hand, prodding the ground and loosely swinging around like a sword as you ran your fingers in the grass picking at the small white flowers littered about. Growing bored you asked, “How old are you?”

“Twelve.” He responded, crouching down to look in the dirt.

“Oh well I’m ten.” You started to feel like he didn’t want you around because the conversation just teetered off from there.

About 15 minutes later you heard Seraphim’s mom “Okay, are you two ready to get some lunch going?” She smiled at the two of you. Walking a bit ahead of them you noticed Ariana whispering to her son before she directed you towards the entrance of the forest. “This way, my dear.”

After walking for about 10 more minutes you were in a clearing with a river and a small cave. “Wow, do you guys live here?” You asked, looking at the pretty flowers around the edges.

“Yes we do. You know Seraphim was gonna catch us some fish, if you’d like, I’m sure he’d enjoy the help.” You turned to join them by the river and you heard Seraphim give a quiet whine.

“Mom I can do it myself.” His mother just shook her head and walked away to get things together in their rock home. Then it was just you two. Again.

Maybe I should just go help his mom instead You thought, as you turned to walk away Seraphim interrupted you.

“Where are you going? Aren’t you gonna help me?” He asked, looking up from the spear he was sharpening with a pointed look.

“Oh I thought I could go help your mom. I don’t want to get in your way.” Standing up with a small huff he walked away towards the hut leaving you alone by the river. A few minutes later he arrived back, breaking your thoughts as he stuck the base of a spear in the ground next to you, his other hand holding another.

“Here. Now you can actually help me instead of standing around.” He leaned it towards you to take with a trace of a forced smile on his lips.

So for the next hour you were practically just standing in awe of how Seraphim stood in the gentle flowing river looking for fish and throwing his spear in the water. He even tried to teach you the best way to catch fish as well. “You want to make sure you don’t disrupt the water too much when you move or you’ll scare them away.” You just nodded and focused on what he is doing in hopes to replicate it.

Standing in the middle of the river a few pases away from the boy you suddenly felt something slippery touch your ankle. Letting out a squeal Seraphim looked at you just in time to see you fall back in the water.

“Something just touched me!” Looking up with eyes the size of dinner plates, you just saw Seraphim laughing. Really laughing, with his spear in the water using it as a crutch as his head reared back. “What’s so funny?” You asked, your face began to heat up.

“It was just a fish you scaredy cat.” He said between laughter. “Are you okay?” He walked over to you offering a hand, much like he did earlier in the day but much warmer than before.

Standing up dripping wet you decided you were done “fishing” for one day. Besides, Seraphim had already caught five fish to your zero.

Walking back to the cave where a fire has been made you sat on a log.

A hand rested on your shoulder, “Here Y/n. How about you change into this and we can lay your clothes out to dry.” Ariana said, handing you what looks to be one of her simple cotton dresses. You accepted it and trudged into the cave to do so. The dress, as you expected, was way too big on you. You had to hold the skirt up so it wouldn’t drag on the ground as you made your way back to the fire pit. Seraphim was roasting the fish over the fire, snorted when he saw your new attire. You were right to think you looked ridiculous. “Y/n, you look lovely. Doesn’t she?” Ariana gave her son a look.

“Yup, she sure does.” He said, trying to hold back another chuckle. You just rolled your eyes at him and took a seat.

Ariana laid your drenched clothes out on a giant rock that was soaked in the sun's rays.

From there everything went quite smoothly. You actually ended up spending the rest of the day with them till the sun was beginning to hang low above the horizon. You honestly had so much fun. Once the newness between you two wore off it became much easier to talk and play.

After your clothes weren’t soaking wet anymore you spent much time after eating, running around in the forest and even playing in the river looking for cool rocks.

But all things have to come to an end at some point.

“Y/n, don’t you need to head home? It’ll be nightfall before you know it.” Ariana reminded the two of you of the time. As you walked back to the cave you thanked the woman for allowing you to stay. “It was not trouble. You’re more than welcome to come back anytime, I’m sure Seraphim would enjoy the company as well.” She smiled. The boy in question looked at her.

“Mom!” He whispered, embarrassed.

“Oh hush now. You should walk her home, make sure she gets back safe.” His mom nudged him forward as she left you two.

At that point walking side by side wasn’t too weird anymore. “Thanks for letting me play with you.” You said.

“Yeah, it was fun.” He smiled.

A few times throughout your journey home the two of you got side tracked, to look at different rocks, flowers and even by an animal passing by.

“That’s my house over there.” You pointed towards a modest cobblestone hut with a straw roof. “Thanks, again.”

Standing at the door Seraphim gave you a nod. “You’re welcome. See ya.” He turned but you stopped him.

“Wait, would you like to- Maybe we can hang out again? There’s a place over here that has a lot of rocks. Maybe you can find some for your collection?” You said, wringing your hands together, admittedly a nervous tic. He thought about it for a few seconds then nodded his head again.

“Sure, that sounds cool. But I should go now before my mom worries. See ya later Y/n.” He said with a slight smile and wave.

~~~

The next few weeks you and Seraphim began hanging out more and more till it became an everyday occurrence. After the first week Seraphim’s mom wasn’t even surprised by your presence.

“Good, you two are just in time to help me pick apples.”

That day you met their bears. It came as quite a startle when you just saw a bear walking up from behind Seraphim. “Oh my god, there's a bear!”

“Don’t worry, these guys won't hurt you.” He said as he scratched the animal next to him. Taking a few experimental steps forward, the bear accepted your touch when Seraphim guided your hand atop the creature's head. It’s black fur was so soft you couldn’t help but wrap your fingers in it and smile. Then not only did you have Seraphim to play with but also a few adorable bear cubs to pet and roll around with as well.

~~~

Though all this joy would soon come to an end a few short weeks later.

You and Seraphim were fishing in the river a bit away from his home. That day he brought his bow and you your spear. You were actually getting better and even managed to catch one that day. Heading back to the camp laughing Seraphim stopped abruptly making you bump into him. “Hey, wha-”

“Shh.” He cut you off. You felt uneasy by the seriousness on his once smiling face. You heard male voices and then a woman’s cry. Sticking close behind him, he crept around the lightly wooded area of your destination. Peering through the foliage of the forest you saw that it was Seraphim’s mother who cried and she was with company that seemed less than welcomed. There was a group of men holding swords talking to Ariana that was kneeling on the ground before one of them.

“Where’s the boy?” The man barked.

Seraphim? You look at your friend, his eyes glued on his mom. The grip on his bow tightened.

“I swear there is no one here but-” Her pleas are cut off by a sharp smack, you saw Seraphim’s body tense as if he was about to stand up. You grabbed the cloth around his waist to silently stop him, your eyes pleading. He glared at you, eyes locked. As you are growing more frightened you can see the fire in him was building.

Your staring contest was broken by a new voice. There was another woman the man referred to as Ariana’s sister. Your blood ran cold when you witnessed her apologizing before one of the men stabbed their sword through the back of her neck. Covering your mouth your eyes began to brim over with tears. Seraphim’s reaction was just as shocked till he saw another man grab his mother’s neck, strangling her.

Pulling out one of the arrows he readied his bow, his mother looked at the two of you with worry filled eyes. They were screaming for you to run, to leave before the two of you were hurt. Which was exactly what everything inside you was telling you to do but your body felt numb and unable to move. You were then soon brought back to earth when Seraphim released the arrow into the back of that man’s skull, the head sticking out his mouth.

Before climbing the tree he shoved you to the ground. “Get out of here!” His command startled you. You couldn’t just leave him.

After that everything happened so fast it felt like daze. First the bears you’ve played with countless times charged in mauling the men as Seraphim shot arrows at others. Then everything slowed when you saw your friend racing towards his mother as the man in charge grabbed her and sliced his blade across her throat, a wicked grin you’ll never forget played on his lips. Your heart broke for the loss for your friend and from his cry.

You wanted to look away or run, anything besides watching this nightmare playing out before you. The family you found was getting cut down one by one. The bears, Ariana, and all that was left was Seraphim.

You wanted to scream. Get to him. Anything to stop what was happening in front of your eyes. But you couldn’t. What could’ve you done? You could barely catch a fish without Seraphim’s help so you were forced to watch him face off against a grown man with a sword. This can’t be happening! Run! Your mind was pleading but you were frozen in fear once again. No matter how much you prayed to the gods it was all a dream and to make it stop, it didn’t.

Then in a horrifying moment you witnessed the vicious man’s blade strike down Seraphims face. He fell and so did you. Hiding behind the bushes your palms cupped over your mouth, trying to muffle your tears and quickened breath. Then once more a fire was lit under your ass when you heard more screams from the men and the roar of another bear. This time you got up and ran like Seraphim told you to. Glancing back all you saw was someone riding away on a horse and the blurred image of two figures crumpled on the ground.

~ 10 years later ~

For the past few years you’ve been working odd jobs where you can to earn coin. You’ve swept shop fronts, washed and fed horses, and stocked shop stalls with newly delivered goods.

At the moment you were working at a small tavern, filling drinks and cleaning tables.

You were out front serving a couple when you heard some commotion.

“Hey! Watch where you are going asshole!” A man yelled to another.

Probably just a drunk that wasn’t watching where he was going and is looking for a fight. The man just tsks, “Freak.” Before walking past you. Looking up, you catch a glimpse of the man he was referring to as he was pulling his hood back up. You paused.

That guy-

But you’re pulled from your thoughts by a voice. “Excuse me.” An older woman calls you, cup held up. You sighed and got back to work.

~~~

Another long day of work is over, thankfully. “Okay, I’m heading home. See ya tomorrow.” You wave to your friend as you leave through the back of the tavern. Turning the corner you see a large figure in a cloak. It resembles the man you couldn’t shake from your thoughts some weeks ago. You decide, against your better judgment, to take a detour and circle around a building hoping to be in a position to catch another look at his face. You don’t allow yourself a moment to really answer yourself as to why it was so important, you just let your legs guide the way.

Crossing the road, the evening sun casting it in a warm orange glow, you stopped at an abandoned stall that was shaded behind the building, trying to get a look of him from the corner of your eye.

Then your eyes locked!

You looked down and tried to walk away as nonchalantly as possible but you were stopped by a booming voice.

“Why are you following me?” The mystery man asks. You froze, turning on your heel to face him. You are about to respond when your words get caught in your throat. You must’ve looked like an idiot with your mouth ajar. It can’t be, can it? He gives a tsk as he begins to step away

“Seraphim?” You finally say. It came out as more of a whisper to yourself but he must’ve heard cause now it was his turn to freeze. You shake your head, That’s ridiculous! “I-I’m sorry. I must have the wrong-”

“How do you know my name?” He cuts you off, turning towards you, advancing a few steps. His build is much more threatening at a closer distance and his question certainly didn’t help. Though it was more of a command. You just open and close your mouth to find the words. Any words, literally anything at all would work just so you could stop looking like a fool that hit their head. Which you might have because this can’t be happening.

“Is it really you?” He just squints his eyes. “You remember me right? We played together a lot as children.” You can tell your words have begun to sink in the more his eyes scanned you, his face drops. Standing there, nerves getting the better of you, you began to rub your palms together awaiting his response. You’d be relieved even if he just spat a “fuck you” in your face cause than atleast there wouldn’t be this deafening silence. Unable to keep his gaze you look away but you can still feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of your head.

“…Y/n?” He finally says. Your name travels hesitantly past his lips. You feel like you might pass out or scream or just simply cry cause it’s him. It’s really him!

His expression reads the same as yours. For a final silent second of looking over each other you take a tentative step towards him, he stays like a statue.

Standing before him you think about touching him.

He is just like you remember, minus the height and strong build, his tanned skin and long brown hair you were always so jealous of. Though when your eyes reach his face yours falls, he notices and turns his away slightly.

His eye.

The right one is the same hue of obsidian as you remember but his left is cut through with a scar and left white.

That must have been from that day. You shudder at the thought.

Reaching up your palm grazes his cheek, he stiffens from your touch. You don’t know why you did that. Maybe you just needed proof that this wasn’t all a dream. That your old friend really is flesh and blood before you.

Turning his gaze to yours, you tilt your head taking him in. He really is the Seraphim you remember just… hardened.

“I- I thought you died.” You say, voice threatening to cry, because perhaps some part of him did that day and in the years apart.

He stays silent a moment longer, you assume it’s due to the similar shock you’re feeling. But then he pulls your hand away before turning. “You’d be better off keeping it that way.”

His body moves further into the shadows and you feel your blood begin to heat up. Does he really think he can just walk away like that?

Stomping after him you catch his shoulder and spin him back towards you, his brows raised. “What’s the big idea? What do you mean I should keep it that way?” Your hands are on your hips, chest is heaving. Unsure as to why you’re reacting like this you just keep your eyes locked with his.

“Do you have any idea how many nights I spent beating myself up for not going to you? The countless years I’ve spent wishing I could see you again? Just for you to tell me, now that that would be possible, that it’s better that I think you dead?”

After your outburst your arms drop to your side. You look up hoping to halt the tears threatening to seep out and just when you were about to tell him to forget it he responds.

“I don’t know what you’re hoping for Y/n but -” He trails off.

“You want to know what I was hoping for? That you were alive and I could see you just one last time even if that was all I’d be allowed.” You let out a breathy chuckle. “Call it pathetic if you want but… you were my only friend and I missed you. I mean it became pretty lonely without you.” You wipe away a loose tear that betrayed your will.

“Then what do you want?” He asks. You look back up with glossy eyes.

“Meet me tomorrow. I have work but I’ll be off two hours till nightfall and if either of us wants to leave after, then that will be that.” You say matter of factly with your hands on your hips. Another moment passes with him in silence. You let out a defeated sigh. “You know what, forget it.”

“I never said no.” His eyes bore into you in thought before continuing. “Meet me at the river.”

And that was it. He turned and walked back into the dimming streets, hood pulled high before you could say anything else.

So to say you were a bit shaken would be an understatement. Walking home you just kept replaying the image of his face and his voice.

He’s changed so much. Well of course he has, it's been a decade since you last saw him. He’s practically a stranger at this point.

A stranger…

And you’re going to be meeting with said stranger at the river before dusk tomorrow. Leaning against the door of your home you knock the back of your head against the wood. Y/n, what have you gotten yourself into?

Getting through the door you just flop yourself onto your bed, not bothering to change. The whole night was spent tossing and turning thinking about the coming day.

This is a bad idea! You don’t even know him. I mean sure he is your friend but what if he isn’t the boy you remembered? What if things are weird? What if he’s... different?

You somehow managed to sleep, though your unconscious mind was still spinning with thoughts of Seraphim. You had a dream, a memory actually. One you almost forgot.

~~~

You were running around in the forest like you guys did countless times. But this time the two of you were ‘battling’ but you were doing a lot more running than fighting.

“Come back and face me! For I the mighty Seraphim will take you down!” The raven hair boy declared boisterously, making you laugh. The air was filled with the sound of rustling leaves and laughter from the two of you. You saw a clearing up a head which would make a perfect arena. However, you didn’t make it there before your foot got caught on an outstretched tree root. Tumbling to the ground you let out a small cry. “Y/n! Are you okay?”

Seraphim kneeled beside you on the damp earth. Looking you over he sees you clutching your knee to your chest. “Let me see it.” He said. You removed your hands to show him, you scraped your knee pretty badly. It was starting to bleed a little but nothing too unmanageable. “Stay here, I'll be right back.” He instructed before rushing towards his home.

About 10 minutes passed and your tears had stopped, though you were sure your eyes were red and your nose snotty. You hear rustling coming towards you and looking up you see the boy returning with a small pale of water and a cloth. “My mom is still at the market so this is the best I could do.”

He soaked the clean cloth in the water and started to wipe your wound. “OUCH!” Your knee jerked away from his touch.

“Sorry. But you need to wash it so it doesn't get worse.” You nodded your head and allowed him to continue. You kept wincing and hissing every so often.

Whilst cleaning your knee Seraphim saw you had a big splinter. “Uh this might hurt but I’ll do it quickly.” He tried to reassure you. Bracing yourself he took out the small piece of wood, you actually started to cry again - which felt embarrassing.

Once your knee was as clean as he could get it he then wrapped the clean side of the cloth around your knee. “Are you okay?” He asked, his onyx eyes laced with concern.

“Yeah, thanks.” you sniffle, wiping away the tears from your cheeks. Seraphim leaned towards you and placed a small peck on your cheek, which startled you. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, well I uh- you were hurt so I gave you a kiss better.” He hastily stuttered as he got up and dusted himself off. Without looking at you he extended his hand for you to take. “We should head back, my mom should be there by now.” He then took your hand and started walking back.

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Wow. Okey if you made it through that I hope you enjoyed it. This start feels a bit rocky but lets hope it only goes up from here 😅

I’m definitely more of a One shots & HCs kinda girl not a big Fic writer, perhaps that’s because I haven’t done much multi part/”chapter” writing before so 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“...so that’s it, I thought while spying out the little window...” your eyes were glancing through the last page of the current book you were reading. Already the last page? Stunned you look up, so you could have a proper look at your little alarm clock. You shrug at the sight, realizing it was already past 1 am, the time he would be waiting for you, the time he would always lean against the little wall which was right under your window where he would always pull out one of his little coins and throw-flip them until you jumped out of your room. You never really knew why he did this or more likely where he got that from...still, he always somehow managed to look so good while doing it, doing anything to be honest. You lean a bit back against your pillow again, loosing yourself to unholy thoughts, the fifth time that day. Just as you were about to close your eyes with a little smile plastered on your face, you hear someone whispering. “Y/n?” You quickly flinch at the sound and lift yourself up, your book still placed half opened on its inside on your lap. Staring at the guy peeking through your window which was now opened up a bit, you sigh in relief, smiling again while limply raising yourself on your feet, slowly strolling towards him. He quickly lifts up the whole window pane and gets into your medium sized room with one jump. While still fixing his posture, you reach out for his neck and put your arms around his shoulders, his hands automatically pulling you closer on your waist. “sorry, I was waiting” Megumi said a bit ashamed knowing, you don’t like him getting into your room without any warning because of the concern that your parents might know. “‘s okay” you reply smiling at him tiredly. “Are you sure?” he says still a bit concerned but now with a little smile on his lips, scanning your face for any sign of worry, when all he could detect was a hint of fatigue and excitement for the little kiss you were waiting for that he gave you every time he showed up. His smile widens as he tilts up your chin with his one hand, kissing you softly while feeling the warmth of your body pressed against his’. “Well I’m sorry” you whisper after parting yourself from his lips, your forehead still resting against his’. “Let me guess, you were reading?” he slowly says looking you deeply into the eyes, his warm breath fanning against your lips. You roll your eyes a bit away still grinning in shame, thinking about an other excuse you could possibly profess him now. “Weeeell...“ you say still thinking, not looking him into the eyes. “Weeell?” he replies after you, his grin getting even wider. “....I just...finished the book” you finally say raising your gaze back onto his grey-blueish eyes again, smiling even more after witnessing his wide grin. “I’d love to know what book could’ve kept yourself so busy that you somehow completely forgot about me” he slowly whispers against your lips, causing your body to shiver, knowing that this was literally the only thing you craved for the whole day, somehow still loosing yourself to that new book you had bought a few days ago. You feel his middle finger slowly brushing down your spine, your breath automatically getting a bit faster as you slightly close your eyes, leaning in to finally feel his lips against yours again, ironically not feeling anything. You gasp at the sensation and slowly open your eyes again, immediately seeing that look in his eyes again. You knew that look. The look of uncertainty and omniscience at the same time, knowing that he always wanted to make sure that this is what you really wanted. “What about the full moon you wanted to see. I thought it was a special one?” he whispered against your lips again, causing you to bite your lower lip in thoughtfulness, still staring into his eyes. You knew he was right. After all, you were the one worshiping that one night you read about so much, you could write an essay about it. You loved the night. Not only the silence and the way everything and everyone was so calm that it automatically also calmed you down, it’s

mainly because of the night sky itself that you were obsessing over so much which was so breathtaking to you in any way. Good thing you weren’t the only one, your boyfriend standing right in front of you sharing that feel. Still you were more the one literally obsessing over it and so it was the best time for you two to always meet up at that time of the day. To meet Megumi. “Maybe you’re right...” you sigh causing him to frown. But just as he was about to question your decision you lean in and kiss him one last time passionately again before you would let him go. You could feel him being a bit confused at first but quickly smiling into the kiss again. “But now I really have to get ready so that we can still see anything this night” you whisper afterwards, looking at him with a big smile of excitement, turning around so you could head towards your closet. As you were quickly picking out the clothes you would wear for today’s walk, you could see him letting himself down your bed at the corner of your eye. Just as you were wearing nothing besides your underwear you saw him taking the book into his hands, still laying on your bed, closed this time. “Oh I read that one” he said eyeing the book on its detail after flipping through some pages. “Do you think her brother’s death was justified enough?” you ask, standing now in front of him. He lifts his head up again, his eyes getting stuck at the sight of your nearly naked body in front of him. “Y/n? What’re you doing?” He eyed you up and down properly after letting out a chuckle, leaning back on his palms while shaking his head slightly, a grin still plastered on his face. “What? Getting hard already?” you chuckle turning around again, heading back to your closet as you could feel his eyes stuck on your lower body. “Are you kidding? How am I supposed to not to?” “Sorry, I forgot that I’m your first one” “Oh wow y/n, I somehow also manage to forget that you can be pretty bald sometimes” “Don’t get me wrong, I love the way you always appreciate me and my whole self. I just kinda find it funny and cute wrapping you around my finger” you say while lowering yourself a bit so you could get into your pants. You hear his steps as he was getting towards you. But then you suddenly freeze at the sensation of his tall, clothed body pressing against your half clothed one. He slowly lowers himself whispering into your ear. “So are you really trying to tell me that I’m the easier one to seduce?” You shiver at the feel of his hot breath fanning against your shoulder tilting your head a bit to the side when he got even closer to your neck. “So tell me now, y/n, should I really show you or do you really wanna watch the moon instead?” he breathes against your neck, moving your hair slowly to the side, his lips nearly touching your neck now. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip so you wouldn’t let out that little moan you were hiding. Just as you wanted to say anything to stop the whole situation because you knew that it’d be too late if you gave in too early, you felt his cold fingertips slowly tracing up the sides of your almost exposed upper body letting you crave for even more. You knew that he was only teasing you so that he could show you that you were at least the same, if not even more, touch starved than him. His right hand placed on your right shoulder now, he started slowly pushing his finger under the thin lace of your left bra strap, playing a while with it, waiting for any sign to come from you, when all you did was breathing faster under his touch and wanting more. You felt Megumi slowly striking it down your shoulder, lowering himself a bit down again. “It’s up to you sweetheart” he breathes one last time against your neck again before his lips finally got in touch with your soft skin. You quickly push your hand against your mouth, in fear your family would hear anything, some whimpers still somehow escaping your mouth. He started tracing kisses down your neck, nipping on your skin and leaving some marks, moving more and more downwards your completely

exposed shoulder.

“Told you.” he said lifting himself up again. It took you a while to realize but when you finally did, you lowered your hand again, letting out a gasp, turning your face a bit to the side so that you could face him a bit. “You’re not talking, was it so good? Neck kisses y/n? I’d wonder to see your reaction to way more intensely things if I haven’t already’’ he said while letting out a chuckle, putting his hands into his pockets. You gulp, feeling sexually frustrated by what he just did to you when you decide to turn around, facing him completely now while staring him deeply into the eyes, your hair still behind your shoulders and your one shoulder still completely exposed. “You know Megumi, I really love you for who you are, including your always well thought out actions. But never in my life would I have expected you to do this to me” you say with a begging look in your eyes, biting your lower lip, still only having your bra on while unconsciously hoping that he would maybe give in and continue with what he just started. “I know where this is going sweetie, now cmon the moon’s not waiting for you. While I am’’ he says with a sweet smile on his lips, winking at you and heading back to your window. You sigh, still confused by the whole situation, quickly putting your hoodie on and running after him. “Megumi, wait!” ...

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