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sugurusdiscordmoderator · 3 months

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gojo braiding sugurus hair 🥹🥹🥹🥹

this is the first time I’ve written fluff in a while so thank you for the practice 🤭

au where Geto didn’t turn bad and they are co-parenting

It was a sunny spring afternoon with a little chill in the air when Satoru had pick up duty of the kids from school. Although they were different ages, Tsumiki, Megumi, Nanako and Mimiko all went to the same school a few blocks from their luxurious Tokyo apartment. Tsumiki and Mimiko walk a little ahead of the rest, talking about their art projects they they both are carrying. Megumi, silent as ever tends to look at the trees and sky and bugs when walking, observant to everything but the people around him. Nanako is talking about drama of a girl in her class uninviting another girl to a birthday sleepover as Gojo dramatically responds with “NO WAY,” and “girllll”.

After Nanako pauses to catch her breath, dramatically breathing hard she stops walking which in turn causes Gojo to stop and Megumi who was holding his other hand.

“Dadtoru,” she asks, the nickname that the four kids worked together to give him given they had two dads, “Can you braid my hair tonight? Papaguru always does it…” She twirls her blonde hair around her finger giving Satoru the most puppy like eyes she could. Megumi can be heard in the background with a “tsk” and releases Gojos hand to catch up with the other two girls.

“Yes hunny, I’d love to braid your hair,” Satoru smiles and pats her head, grabbing her hand again to catch up with the other kids as they approach their building. The doorman smiles and greets all of them, but Satoru is too distracted by the fact that he now has to learn how to braid hair. He thought he’d always be able to get by because Suguru knew how to. He grabs a lollipop from the front desk and watches as the kids argue over who gets to press the elevator button today. “Megumi it’s your turn,” Satoru says quietly. He’s not really sure but he’s secretly his favorite so he pretty much gives him what he wants. They make their way upstairs, Mimiko singing some song they learned in music as Satoru takes a selfie in the reflective mirror surface of the elevator to send to his better half.

‘Suguru, look how good I’m doing at pick up duty!’ *1 attached image*

A few seconds later a ding goes off his phone ‘Nanako’s fly is down, Megumi’s shoe is untied, Tsumiki has her backpack hanging open, and Mimiko is just making a weird face’ He can tell Suguru is just kidding but he still is offended.

‘She was singing’ Satoru responds, ignoring the rest as the elevator dings open to their apartment.

“You know the drill, shoes off, wash your hands, homework at the table.” Gojo is in total dad mode on his day off, a rare day where he didn’t have a mission or meetings or teaching. Tsumiki being the oldest of the four helps them all wash their hands, and the four sit at the kitchen table, 6 seats, the two heads of the tables open for Satoru and Suguru. Gojo stands in the kitchen, chopping apples and celery, arranging a snack plate for the kids.

“Dadtoruuuu,” Mimiko whines, “you didn’t take us to your favorite mochi place like you usually do on your days off!”

Satoru chuckles and brings the snacks over to the kids, saying “papa would not forgive me if I ruined your appetite for supper again.”

The kids eat their snacks and go over their homework, Gojo helping when needed but mostly reading up for the mission coming up where he has to leave the country.

The kids finish their work one by one, the twins opting to play dolls with each other while Megumi plays on his iPad on the couch and Tsumiki draws in her room. Satoru gets started on dinner, taking over some responsibilities while he is actually here. He looks over at a photo on the fridge, a picture of him and Suguru with Rico Amanai, the star plasma vessel they saved and who is now one of the kids babysitters while she’s in college. That was their first big mission where it felt like they made a difference in jujutsu society. Next is a photo of Kento Nanami with all 4 children when they were much younger, hanging off his large muscular frame like little monkeys. He also helps out at times when Suguru has to work late and Satoru is not present. And last but not least, is a photo on Satoru and Suguru’s wedding day, Shoko Ieiri as their flower girl / officiant / ring bearer. She gets to watch the girls sometimes when they need a female in their lives (but not often, Suguru doesn’t think she’s a good influence).

As the pot on the stove simmers and Satoru comes back from zoning out about their past and hears keys jingling outside the front door.

Suguru Geto has become Jujustsu tech’s newest principal, and also has gotten into the high ranks of sorcerer society. He is wise, level headed, and ethical, in which everyone has respect for him. The story of how the two men saved these 4 kids earned them quite a lot of credibility, as everyone had previously seen them as immature teenagers being the two strongest sorcerers in the world. Principal Yaga decided his time was best spent elsewhere in the jujutsu world but still occasionally visits.

As Suguru comes through the door Nanako and Mimiko come flying down the hallway to greet him. He sets his briefcase down on the table, pushing his bangs behind his ear before picking both of them up for a big hug. Giving them both a kiss on their cheeks he asks, “How was school today my loves?”

“Good!” They say in unison giggling.

“How ‘bout you ‘Gumi?” Suguru glances over at the boy on the couch and the boy simply holds up a thumbs up. He walks into the kitchen, seeing Satoru cooking, and walks up behind him, wrapping him in a warm embrace and kissing the side of his head the best he could since he is a little shorter than the white haired man. Satoru turns around and gives Suguru a long kiss, to which the black haired man responds “hmm you missed me that much,” with their lips still partially attached.

“Yes I did. It’s so hard being a stay at home dad.”

“Toru, you do this like once every three weeks, give it a rest please,” he fake rolls his eyes and takes off his suit jacket, heading to their shared bedroom to change into comfy clothes. Satoru follows him, leaving his food unattended for a minute.

“So Nanako gave me some homework today,” he says watching Suguru raise his eyebrow at him in the mirror while he undoes his tie. “She wants me to braid her hair.” The concerned look on Satoru’s face makes Suguru chuckle while unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“I can teach you on Tsumiki. And then you can try on my head.”

Satoru smiles, “look at you, teaching me something for once.”

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After dinner it is bath time, bed time stories, and off to bed for the youngest 3. Tsumiki reads on her own, in which Satoru interrupts her “Hey can we borrow you for a minute?” The quiet girl quickly obliged following him into the living room, where Suguru has a mirror, hair brush, and some elastic hair ties laid out.

“Can I braid your hair?” Suguru smiles at her and she takes a seat on the floor sitting in front of him on the couch. Tsumiki continues her reading while Suguru goes through all the instructions.

“So first you have to brush everything through and make sure they’re no knots, just like you do with mine. And then you grab a decent sized piece from the top and separate it into 3 parts. Then you start alternately weaving them one through the other, adding a little chunk of hair from the sides each time.”

Satoru watches intently as Suguru’s large muscular hands work gently through the girl’s black hair. Her hair is a little longer than the rest of theirs so it takes a little while, but Suguru has been doing this for a few years at this point. He’s pretty confident he can do it, it may not be pretty but a braid is a braid right?

As Tsumiki’s braid is finished she stands up and gives both of her dads a kiss on the cheek before heading to her room. Satoru calls after her “lights out by 9 okay ‘miki?”

“Mhm” she responds back.

Now Suguru is sitting on the floor, flipping through the tv station patiently awaiting Satoru to play with his hair.

They both are reminded of a time in their high school when Suguru’s hair was shorter. He wore it in a bun with just his bangs sticking out, and after long missions he would ask Gojo to come lay with him in his dorm bed. Satoru always cuddled up to him like a koala, releasing his hair from the bun and running his fingers through it.

Satoru grabs the brush off the coffee table, gently brushing through his lovers soft long black locks. He follows the steps he was instructed and Suguru watches him in the little handheld mirror.

“You can pull it a little harder.” Suguru says.

“That’s what she said,” Satoru quips back and winks at his husband in the mirror.

It takes significantly longer than it should but by the end, Suguru’s beautiful locks are braided into a neat, precise French braid. The two proceed to cuddle on the couch and finish watching the nightly news.

“You’re such a good dad,” Suguru mumbles as he holds Satoru close.

“You are too,” Satoru smiles back at him, kissing his forehead.

In the morning Gojo has to leave a little earlier than usual for his teaching at Jujutsu high. He goes into the twins bedroom to wake up Nanako so he can do her hair. She sleepily follows him to the bathroom before realizing what he is doing. She has the cutest little smile on her face watching him concentrate to get her hair perfect. Right as he finishes Mimiko stumbles into the bathroom sleepily. “You want a braid too?” He asks and she nods as she wipes her eyes and yawns. 10 minutes later both twins have their hair braided and are eating their breakfast when Tsumiki comes out with her also braided hair, a little messy from it being slept on. Suguru is in the kitchen making lunches with his braid left in, likely because he forgot about it.

“I’ll see you at work babes,” Gojo pecks Geto on the cheek before rushing out the door, it being Suguru’s turn to walk the kids to school.

Satoru zones out in the elevator, thinking about his sweet family, 4 of them walking to school with matching braids in, and little Megumi with his spikey hair.

bonus: a rough sketch of it but Gojo looks like he’s on crack

#satosugu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gego #geto suguru #gojo satoru #suguru Geto #Satoru gojo #mimiko and nanako #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro tsumiki #one big gay happy family #jjk fan art #jjk fanart #sugurus discord mod asks :)

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azaarchiive · 3 months

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holiday girlfriend; semi eita

chapter six

- paint, sip and growth

DAY 2

both you and semi walked into a dimly lit and empty art gallery. the paintings hung up were mediocre in talent but very adorable nonetheless, it was weird, how paper and paint could communicate the love and passion each couple felt for each other.

“so what’s in store for today?” you sighed.

“well, i got us into a sip and paint!” semi giggle excitedly.

“eita.. babe..” you said, looking at him puzzled as you pointed to your very visible stomach.

semi smiled as his cheeks were lightly dusted in a pink shade at the pet name used.

“i’m not stupid, i made sure to get organic mocktails for you.” semi nudged you slightly.

“oh, good. it’s great to see singing hasn’t fried off all of your braincells.” you replied.

“you know, thank you eita, i love you so much eita and marry me eita are perfectly valid responses as well.” semi muttered.

“i’d prefer to keep you humble before that big ass head of yours grows even bigger than it should.” you smiled, lightly punching his muscular bicep.

“ah hello, are you our private customers?” a lady spoke in front of the both of you.

“yes, reservation for mr and mrs semi.” semi smiled.

“you’ve got to me kidding me.” you muttered to yourself, you seemed to be seeing a recurring theme with all these activities he’s planned.

“of course, right this way.” the lady said, turning around and leading the both of you into a beautifully decorated room. fairly lights littered the corners of the room along with love hearts plastered everywhere that could possibly be imagined. the room was comically large and had a singular table with a chair in either end and a white table clothe along with two canvases on either side, a wide range of coloured paint pallets were accompanying the canvases. the room was warm and the aura was comfortable, it’s safe to say that semi definitely got his money’s worth.

“take a seat, i’ll bring out the menus and prompt cards soon. feel free to already get started.” the lady left as soon as she came.

the soft sound of music started playing quietly as you both took your seats, funnily enough, it was semi’s song that was playing.

“damn, this guy is amazing at singing. i love talented young men.” semi joked.

“i think his musics a bit trashy but to each their own.” you joked back.

“well, my little bundle of joy in there seems to think differently.” semi smiled whilst staring at your stomach, the tiny feet prints being noticeable through the maternity dress.

“let’s hope she doesn’t get your big ass feet.” you snorted.

“what’s that supposed to mean? my feet are very cute and petite.” semi huffed childishly.

“eita, when we first did it, i remember waking up and seeing those big ass grippers peaking out the sheets and being terrified.” you laughed.

“oh my god, stop feet shaming me!” semi whined.

“then reduce your abnormally large feet size.” you breathed out.

“anyways, moving on from this discrimination, do you want to get started or-“

“your menus and your prompt cards.” the lady interrupted, placing down two menus, a deck of pink cards, and two separate red cards.

“enjoy!” was the last word she said before leaving hastily.

you both looked at the red cards placed in front of you, which displayed what each of your painting prompts were.

‘how you feel around them’

“what the- ok this is stupid. what did you get?” you placed the card down, looking at semi.

“not telling.” semi smiled as he quickly picked up his paintbrush and dipped it in his water.

“oh my god, just say it.” you rolled your eyes.

“no! the whole point is that we just paint and when we are finished, then we reveal our paintings and prompts.” semi explained.

“fucking hell, alright then.” you reluctantly picked up your brush and dipped in the water, trying to think of what the hell turned paint.

“so, while we paint, let’s do the question cards!” semi excited picked one up.

you could see how elated he was about this, you found it very cute how much he was trying to make these last few days here enjoyable with you and you appreciated it highly.

“before we start, we need to take an oath that we will answer every question honestly no matter how deep or difficult it may be.” semi put a hand on his heart.

“fine.” you responded, however you could still feel his stare.

you begrudgingly put your hand on your heart before repeating what you said earlier. semi smiled in response and looked down at the card to read what it said.

“who was your first famous crush?” semi read out.

“ok, hear me out with this… knuckles from sonic the hedgehog.” you quickly replied whilst giggling.

“oh my god, you’re insane.” semi chuckled.

“no i’m not! he’s the perfect himbo. he’s so funny, he’s charming and he cares so much about his friends and would anything for them. now that’s a man right there.” you sighed dreamily.

“yep, you’ve lost it. he’s literally an animal.” semi replied.

“don’t even do that, he’s a humanoid- more human than animal might i add- and he’s fine as hell.” you chuckled.

“whatever floats your beastly boat.”

“don’t speak about him that way! i will fight you.” you joking brought up your fists.

“i will not fight the mother of my child.” semi said heroically.

“you won’t get out of this by buttering me up using our child, you manipulator.”

semi’s movements paused as he looked at you, his smile grew heavily and rapidly.

“ok why are you looking at me like that? i don’t actually want to fight you.” you scoffed.

“it’s the first time you called her ‘ours.’ ” semi spoke softly.

you stayed silent, not even realising what a simple change of vocabulary could mean to him. it was true, you have never described your daughter as something that you both shared, to you, she has always been yours. semi was never there either way, so why would your daughter ever even be ‘his?’

but, regardless of anything, the true fact of the matter was that he was her father. the child in your stomach was not only your but also semi’s. semi was just glad you were starting to realise it.

“well, she is our daughter. regardless of what happened, she always will share both of our DNA, im not ashamed to say that. especially if you are now taking initiative to be in her life and mine, better late than never right?” you spoke after some moments, trying to avert the heavy stare he was giving you as you felt flustered under his intimate gaze.

“ahem- uh- a-anyways, you pick the next card” semi stuttered, going back to painting while trying to hide his evident blush.

you quickly glanced back at your blank canvas, still stuck on what the hell to draw. how did he make you feel, anyways? annoyed, frustrated, tired, unfocused, i mean the list could go on.

(maybe a little horny too but that’s just the hormones speaking, of course.)

you reminded yourself to pick up a card from the deck and read it out loud.

“oh my fucking- have you had any sex dreams recently?” you grunted.

“oh have i? there has been so many, so so many.” semi laughed.

“god save us all.” you muttered.

“ok but seriously? i haven’t had any in a while.” semi confessed.

“semi eita? the so-called international sex symbol? mr. hit and dip?” you questioned.

“haha, very funny.” semi replied sarcastically.

“but i truly haven’t, and if im being honest right now, for a while before i came back, i couldn’t have sex with anyone. i couldn’t even think of sex with anyone else or get hard or tug mini eita because all i thought about was you.” semi continued sincerely.

“really?” you asked, it made no sense to you to be honest. semi’s coping mechanism is sex, there’s no way in your mind that you could believe he couldn’t get it up due to you.

“yep, every time i tried, all i could think about was both of you. how you were doing, how much you changed, whether my child was a boy or girl. all my thoughts were consumed by you entirely and i tried to push it away but i couldn’t. i thought it was just guilt but it wasn’t that, while it was part of it, it was mostly just because i cared. i gave so many fucks that i didn’t want to give and it scared the shit out of me, but coming here now, being with you now, all my worries have disappeared. being around you is a different type of feeling, freeing almost. i feel so light around you. i know you probably hate me right now but i don’t care, being alone with you is already a blessing within itself that can make me feel full enough to ignore the facts. the facts that say im fucked up and you have no reason to even be around me, yet you still choose to and that’s enough for me.” semi smiled fondly.

you remained speechless, averting your gaze to anywhere but his face. everything semi said was basically a confession, one that was so heartfelt and so genuine. even the look he was giving you was sincere.

“um, i guess you pick up the next card now.” you spoke after the beat of silence. you decide not to address it right now, you knew it probably wasn’t fair but you had to put yourself first. getting involved with him shortly after he comes back would be messy for everyone involved. until you hand tangible evidence that he had matured, you will not get involved with him again. not to mention, it’s not like you liked him anyways, right? you only felt attached due to the unfinished business you both had as well as the fact that you are carrying his child. nothing more, nothing less.

“right.” semi replied, picking up a card from the deck.

“what is the first thing your noticed about me?” semi read out.

“well, i mean it has to be your voice, i was a super fan before we met.” you said.

“that’s such a cop out.” semi laughed.

“no it isn’t! ok fine- uh…” you placed your head on your hand as you leaned onto the table in front, thinking back to when your first talked to him.

you remember you being pulled on stage by him, him singing the most crude lyrics in your face and giving you the microphone to finish them off whilst never breaking eye contact.

‘eyes’

“your eyes.” you spoke after the beat of silence.

“really? why?” semi cocked his head to the side slightly.

“it’s just- when i was on stage with you, i was so captivated by your eyes. how your pupils dilated slightly, how your eyes aren’t brown but aren’t grey and just a weird but very pretty mix between the both. the subtle contrast between emotions in your eyes that could only be told if anyone noticed, the passion in your eyes as well, i mean, i could tell you wanted to fuck me.” you laughed the last sentence off, not realising the semi was now leaning over the table and right in your face.

“what the hell?!” you jumped at the realisation that he was now extremely close to you.

semi responded with a simple smile, not moving one bit from his position. meaning you were forced to engage in the prolonged eye contact with semi eita.

at that moment, the only thing that seemed to matter was you two. semi’s teasing smirk grew at the entranced look you had, you weren’t lying when you said his eyes captivated you.

the feeling bubbled within you, it was soft though, not like previously when it would be eagerness or want. it was something that could only be compared to a sun rise over a field of blooming flowers. the sound of his soft voice playing in the background of your own song, one that depicted the vibes of summertime, because for some reason, everyday felt like summertime around him. a blissful, oddly peaceful summer morning.

“i think i know what to paint now.” you muttered to yourself, unable to take your eyes off of him.

“happy to help!” he grinned before picking his paintbrush up again.

“let’s get something to eat, im tired after looking so sexy all day.” semi sighed dramatically.

“i hate you so much.” you rolled your eyes, lying straight through your teeth. you hated how you didn’t hate him and you truly wish you did. he is just so easy to want.

way too easy.

after a long period of painting, drinking and oversharing (mostly from semi), it was finally time to present each others paintings.

“let’s turn them around at the same time.” semi suggested, to which you nodded.

“ok, 3, 2 and 1!” you both swiftly turns around your paintings.

you were faced with a gorgeously painted grass field, with non other than semi looking in a random mirror awkwardly placed in the middle of the field. while semi was faced with a field of randomly assorted flowers, a terribly drawn sun and both you and semi sat in the field with a hide smile on each others faces.

“you can actually paint?” you asked baffled.

“yuh huh, i was actually going to be an artist if music didn’t work out.” semi commented.

“fuck off, that’s so annoying now i look like a idiot.” you frowned.

“no you dont, you just look like your shit at art.” semi smiled.

“i hate you, anyways, explain yourself.” you sighed, leaning back into the chair while caressing your baby bump. semi smiled at the sight.

“alright, well, the field is because you keep me grounded. you remind me that under all this gorgeous exterior i’ve got, i’m still human. you hold me accountable and i like it because sometimes i get too overzealous and forget that im not perfect. the mirror represents reflection, you’re a reminder of who i truly am, flaws and all. you make me come to terms with who i’ve become and what i have done, you make me healthy in a sense, without you, i don’t think id even be able to admit my wrongdoings and i will forever be so grateful for that.” semi explained, pointing to every detail he mentioned.

you stared at him, surprised at the seriousness he said all of this in. you very much expected a half assed drawing with random things that don’t make sense, meanwhile here he is, talking about his emotions and demonstrating something you never thought he would experience, growth.

“anyways, what about yours?” he asked.

you started to become flustered, you weren’t even sure now that yours was as symbolic or emotional as his.

“well- i don’t really know. it’s mostly just because being around you feels like summertime everyday. it’s bright, sunny, a good excuse to be around and just an outgoing time of the year. i just find you very uplifting and if hope was a definition, i think i would use you as an example. it’s weird and probably doesn’t make any sense but, yeah. you’re just summer-coded, you’re my summerti-“ you cut yourself off, realising now you were rambling and was calling him yours.

“i’m yours?” he questioned quietly.

“i-i don’t know. i just- ugh- it’s complicated, you know? we just reconciled and i don’t want to get back with you solely because you’re the father of our child but because there’s a connection between us.” you replied.

semi nodded slowly, taking in a deep intake of breath before exhaling it just as slowly.

“i get it, no rush. just friends.” he spoke softly.

“exactly.”

“..for now.” semi quickly finished off.

“wait wh-“

“anyways let’s get outta here and finished that movie we started yesterday!” he cut you off before collecting his belongings and coming round to your end to help you up.

“i- alright? it was kinda shit though.” you ignored what he previously said and just let him have this one, you can’t be mad at him for saying something you both were thinking.

“that’s what makes it enjoyable!” semi exclaimed, putting and arm around you as you both walked to the front.

you turn to the side to look at his face, admiring every detail and the structure of his face. you missed being this close to him.

“yeah.” you muttered before smiling to yourself, you couldn’t get too ahead of yourself. you had a child to bring to this world, that should be your main priority.

but for some reason, this man weasled his way into a close number 2 position.

and hes only just arrived.

#authors #haikyuu #black reader #haikyuu semi #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu x you #pregnancy #semi eita #semi eita x reader #hq x reader

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doiesfav · 10 months

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: ̗̀➛ Music, Dance - Ten ||

''It hurts losing passion about something you loved''

Pairing: Artist! Ten x fem! Reader

Plot: Ten, who loves to dance and paint, had to choose one option for his future and his heart went for art so now he owns an art workshop. On the other hand, his passion for dancing slowly started to disappear until y/n appeared.

Genre: Fluff, romance, fiction, slice of life.

Contains: Cuss words, mention of sex

Wc 1k>

A/n: Thanks for supporting me guys, this is really wholesome TT (ngl these fics always become short even tho I planned them to be long)

MASTERLIST

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(Third person pov)

6 years have passed since Ten chose an art degree over dancing, both were important for him but making that decision was probably one of the toughest moments for him.

After graduating he opened his own art workshop to make a living, it got popular after few weeks because of the activities you could do there. And of course he was more than satisfied knowing all his hard work paid off.

But there is still one more thing. What about dancing? Did he really spend all his life practising dancing just to do nothing about it? And like every normal person would, he lost his passion for dancing.

Ten had no time for it, he was busy with the shop, painting works, and most annoying, dealing with his girlfriend.

Jinna was her girlfriend, they met in university, but after graduating she didn’t pay any attention to Ten at all. Instead, partying outside and drinking was all she could do since her parents were rich, every time she got drunk she would call Ten to come and pick her up just for them to later have emotionless sex.

Ten really wanted her to change but he couldn’t say it straight up, he just kept it for himself and wishing for the non existent thing to happen. But there was something inside him telling him that loosing her would be very painful.

Today a special customer was coming, y/n, a known choreographer. When the time came Ten greeted her and made her sit in the chair, “So how does this work?” She smiled sincerely, “I’m not used to this stuff”, Ten could see the innocence and made her feel comfortable while explaining how it works.

“And you just do it like that, you can express yourself by the painting” After that Ten left when he recieved a message from Jinna.

hey babeee

im sorry if you are still angryyy

I told you i was drunk and it wasnt my intention to fuck him

I was really drunk babeee pls dont be angry

But Ten just ignored it and got back to work, his mind was very messy, and could not process how his girlfriend cheated on him. I mean he could have predicted it but he was still annoyed by the fact that Ten still didn't wanna break up with Jinna.

An hour later Ten got up and went to check on y/n who was almost finished with it. It was a painting of someone in a dance room dancing in front of the mirror, which made Ten feel overwhelmed and brought up some of his memories.

“It is really beautiful” Y/n looked back at Ten and gave him a warm smile. “thank you, I really appreciate it”. Those words made Ten a beat in his heart. ''I was very interested in dancing back then'' He laughed off.

''Really? Why don't you do it now?'' He felt kinda sad after y/n asked that, it was really noticeable. ''Oh, sorry I didn't mean to'' ''No, don't worry, I just grew up and find arts more enjoyable'' It was Ten's first time speaking about dancing after a really really long time. He couldn't remember when was the last time he talked about it.

They both spent their time talking about it, Ten felt like his heart was blooming and felt a strange feeling; as if his younger self was with him. ''Do you wanna come with me after your shift to dance?''

Ten saw it as an opportunity to relieve stress and make himself feel happy after a while. When he closed the shop he went to the dance studio y/n told him to go, it was his first time in such a professional room for dancing. The room was incredibly big, maybe twice the size of the dancing room he used to go to before.

His heart was beating rapidly because of the excitement. ''do you wanna go straight or slowly?'' She giggled while covering her mouth with her hand, ''Let's start slowly, I haven't done this in a very long time'' He laughed off.

''So do you have any favorite danceable song?'', while thinking it hit him that he's never got to think about music too. Suddenly Ten remembered his sister saying ''I love Music, Dance by NCT, you don't know? What a loser'' It was like a week ago, she's been into that boy group lately.

''Um, do you know Music, Dance by NCT?'' y/n seemed surprised, ''Yeaa of course, I did some choreographies for them, then we can start stretching'' Ten felt as his youth started taking over. Was dancing for him always that exciting? While also enjoying the music, moving his body freely was refreshing it was like how snakes shed their skin, except he was shedding his lost passion into something new.

After 2 hours of dancing, they both created a choreography for the chorus of the song, Ten was so proud of himself and deeply appreciate the hard work of y/n too. You two decided to go outside and breath some fresh air.

The aura between you and Ten was very cozy, ''want to do it again?'' Ten shook his head ''I mean I would do it any time you want'' he laughed off. That's when he saw Jinna and a guy holding hands, Ten rubbed his eyes with his hand to check if it really was her, he couldn't believe it.

Then you also catch the couple Ten was seeing, ''What the fuck is she doing'' You understood what was happening at the moment quickly, and he walked to stop her holding hands with the guy.

''Excuse who are you'' The guy who was with Jinna said, ''She's my fucking girlfriend?'' And the guy backed ''Jinna you told me you were single what the fuck'' Then he stormed off seeing annoyed, ''What do you think you are doing, we were over'' Ten looked confused as soon as she said that.

''I've never told you we were over'' She just removed Ten's hands and walked off screaming ''Now we are over dumbass''. He stood there and tears started to fall down his cheek, realizing you should do something you went there and hugged him.

Surprisingly he didn’t reject that hug, but he did cry loudly, you cleared his tears with your hand “Ten you can cry don’t worry, everyone deserves a second chance, so you do” You didn’t know if that helped him more of made him worse “I just don’t know myself anymore, Im lost”

To be honest, you didn’t know how to handle that situation instead you just said “Ten, If something happens Im here, okay?”

Thanks for reading y’all <3 And you could follow because big things are coming (I already said that like a 100 times lmao)

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harufallinwonderland · 1 month

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THE BRAINROT IS REAL!

CURETIEL TIME (how many fanfics have it been now 3?) @shinysparklesapphires

Here the ocs but this time PLOT TWIST

Curetiel IN POKEMON engough said.

Not much to say besides LETS GET THIS STARTED

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Title: WAKE UP

The sun rises on the wonderland region with all the corviknights and pidgeys chirping and flying around and the kricketots playing there music waking up the people of the Sage town which has become A routine for the town’s morning well besides one person.

The young man Ink lays on his bed his Persian at the foot of his bed resting both completely ignorant to all the noise of the morning outside well untill Persian opens one of its eyes seeing A familiar white hair man walk into the room with his chandelure floating infront of him which leaves the Persian yawning before getting out of bed wanting to avoid being caught in the way of Ink’s daily wake up freak out.

The chandelure floats above Ink and making its flame grow brighter lighting up the room which in return Ink slightly opens his eyes looking at the chandelure like A grumpy night owl would to the sun and then to his “best friend” sitting on the corner of his bed fully dressed “hey Ink time to wake up” Marble says lightly uncovering Ink from his blanket before he could cover his head in protest.

Ink looks to the digital clock right besides him and tries to stop himself from having A heart attack “CRAP I’M GONNA BE LATE FOR WORK” he quickly got up nearly kicking Marble off the bed as A side thing as he ran to the bathroom to get ready and Marble just sighing heading back to there living room

A little while later Ink was in the living room in his gym leader clothes as Marble was brushing Ink’s Persian’s fur A big plate of eggs and bacon on the table and chandelure “BEFORE THAT I GOT T-“

“I already have all your Pokémon fed and all your gym trainers are at the gym ready for when you arrive also there a lot of trainers in town today so I made you A bigger breakfast than normal just in case you have lunch late”

“OH THANK YOU SO MUCH MARBLE” Ink says chomping through his breakfast and Marble finishing brushing Persian as thanks Persians rubs up on Marble’s hand with he responds with pets.

Ink finishes his breakfast getting up grabbing his poke balls running outside returning all of his Pokémon that hang outside in there poke balls besides Persian who was running with him making A b line straight to his gym with Marble with him as well and his chandelure floating right with them.

“Any idea how many challengers they are today!?”

“About 7 I have already scheduled each match for today with engough time for A short rest and some time at the end of the day for any last second challengers”

“Have I ever told you how screwed I would be without you and how much you mean to me Marble?” Ink says to Marble with A big grin on his face as they run.

“Yes everyday Ink although I am not saying I have A problem with it” Marble smiles back with A flight blush on his face.

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“Wild cat chase”

“Congrats kid you have beaten me amazing effort I can tell your on your way to great things here is your first gym badge the Sage town gym bag” Ink kneels down to A girl with brown hair handing her A small charm with wings at the side betraying the gym’s dark type theme.

The girl smiles taking the gym badge smiling as her growlithe tackles her “yes yes you did wonderful Komugi” the girl picks up her dog and bows to Ink as she walks out the gym and Marble walking up to Ink “seemed like A strong girl huh?”

“Yeah her and that growlithe were super strong out of those two pure will power and bond could probably could beat my 2nd badge team” Ink says waving the girl goodbye and then stretching returning the two Pokémon he used for the battle back to there poke balls while doing so.

“Anyway despite lunch being A hour late it’s still impressive you got through all the planned trainers today” Marble pats Ink on the back as they walk to the front of the gym telling all the gym trainers it’s break time.

“Yeah well there was A surpriseing amout of less experienced trainers today nobody above 4 gym badges although they wore out my teams for sure” Ink says sitting on A nice table that was in front of the gym as Marble puts some plates on the table then going to Ink’s pokemon to give them there food.

It was silent for A while Ink eating peacefully and Marble soon joining watching the town they live in go about there daily lives from there gym which were at the outskirts of town untill they saw familar faces “Oh Vivienne,Yuuki hiya!” Which catches the two girl’s attention.

They both approach the green hair girl Vivienne in some gothic lite clothes that seem impractical for A journey but she seems fine with her espeon next to her which has A dark bow on its ear and A blue hair girl with fake ears from A cat like Pokémon Ink can’t pinpoint right now and her meowstic next to them nibbling on A treat “Oh hiya Nya” the blue hair girl Yuuki greeted them with.

“So what brings you two into town?” marble asks taking A bite of his food after finishing.

“Out to challenge me for my gym badge?” Ink says seeming to be ready for the challenge already but Vivienne just nodding no “no not yet my pride would not survive if I didn’t challenge you when you can go full power at your 8th badge team” she says with A slight glare to Ink.

“We heard they were kanto meowths around the area and I wanna catch one nya” Yuuki interrupted before things can get tense which Marble silently thanks her for “yeah we were going for my next gym badge but Sage town was just A quick detour away so we are stopping by to feed Yuuji’s addiction to cat pokemon” Viv says which caught Marble’s ear not used to her groaning every sentence.

“Oh I can help you with that plus I wanted to catch one myself could be A nice bud for Persian” Ink says pointing at his Persian that was currently taking A nap on A cat bed near the table “well why don’t you join us for lunch I have left overs from making lunch you two can have” Marble offers before catching Yuuki’s gaze looking to his right in which he sees A kanto meowth in the forest near by stalking them before retreating back in with Yuuki and her Meowstic chasing it.

“Or maybe not” Marble mumbled “HEY WAIT FOR ME” Ink yells stuffing his face full of food before grabbing some poke balls running after them his Persian quickly waking up running with him.

“Idoits both of them” Vivienne mumbles out and Marble nods “but they’re our idoits”

In the forest Ink had trouble keeping up with Yuuki who moved so much like A cat despite being human and her meowstic that used its physic powers to either float through or blow away obstacles which in turn helped Ink clearly room for him and his Persians to run.

It was A constant chase untill Yuuki tripped on A branch from A tree she was planning to jump the meowth from leaving Ink running to catch her along with her meowstic and his Persian still chasing the meowth.

“Are you ok Yuuki?” Ink asks with Yuuki in his arms which she quickly jumps out from “yeah nya is fine but how do we find the meowth now nya?” She says sad that she didn’t catch the beige feline but Ink pats her on the back “hey my Persian was chasing it I’m sure if we walk engough we can find them” Ink says trying to cheer Yuuki up as said girl just nods proceeding to walk the same direction ink and Meowstic following.

They walked in silence for A bit before Yuuki spoke “so how been things with you and Marble nya?” She asks not making direct eye contact looking around.

“Well we have been fine last week he ha-”

“No I mean anything changed with your…relationship nya”

“Uh no why would you think that Marble is my best friend” after those words Yuuki just felt glad Marble wasn’t there to hear those words or else that would have probably been A clear stab to the heart for him.

“Yeah A friend you have been living with since you two turned 18 3 years ago yeah the bestest of friends” Yuuki rolls her eyes at Inks words as Ink gives A genuine nod making Yuuki regret mentioning this at all.

“He is my everything after all” and just like that Yuuki wanted to scream for Marble who probably hear this stuff everyday

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Marble pours some tea into A fancy black cup for Vivienne who was sitting in Ink’s seat “well thanks marble” Vivienne says taking A sip after munching on her cupcake A bit and Marble just smiling sitting in his seat.

“I swear what is taking those two so long it doesn’t take that long to catch such A weak Pokémon” Vivienne complains through drinking her tea and Marble just chuckles agreeing with her but more out of concern rather than annoyance “well maybe the meowth tricked them” Marble chuckles out while Vivi just nods in A way that just drips of sarcasm despite not uttering A word.

“Well anyway I have A question for you Marble?” She placed her elbow on the table leaning her head on her hand and Marble raises A eye brow “yeah what’s wrong?” He asked but the smirk that grows on Vivienne’s face made him instantly regret it.

“So how been you and Ink been going?” She asked snickering which gets A glare from Marble “mind clarifying What you mean by that?” Marble asks in A stern tone to get her to back off but all she does is smirk more “on don’t play dumb how are you and Ink doing you two slow dancing in the moonlight yet, one room one bed situation come on”

“That’s engough out of you…there is nothing going on” Marble says taking A bite out of his sandwich which made his words come out more as A grumble then his normal polite tone “well why not come on just confess already your bassicly his spouse at this point he would be FUCKED without you and you know that”

“Yes I know but….i just don’t want to ruin everything….i mean he is my everything” Marble says looking away not wanting to confront Vivienne’s smirk but instead of that she had A sympathetic smile before she noticed what she was doing then going back to her smirk “weird that seems like something A certain someone else says a lot huh?”

Marble couldn’t bring out A physical response like he knew he had no out of this conversation that he could lose like he knows she is right “listen I get it Ink is super openly affectionate with his words but…he is like that with everyone you know that despite all your threats and such he still is A sweetheart to you excuse me for assuming he is just being close to his best friend” Marble blurted out breaking his normal serious and calm voice into something slightly more emotional and confrontational.

Vivienne just sighs “well are you ok with being just his best friend?” She asks him Marbles goes silent for seconds then minutes collecting his thoughts before speaking again gaining back some of his composure but not all “of course I don’t fully like it I want to be able to be more intimate with him but…I’m still happy just being with him makes me so happy being able to talk with him, live with him, take care of him and his pokemon, help him everyday despite everything if things ended like this it wouldn’t be perfect but it would be A nice happily ever after…”

“Am I even talking to Marble?” Viv asked leaving Marble confused “what happened to the guy that faced admins of dotsuku when they started invaded wonderland and fought them off,what happened to the guy who had no problems telling people to suck it up and talk out there problems huh?” Vivienne asked sounding somewhat gentle for once while A bit straight to the point making her words clear.

Marble stayed silent unable to deny anything she said then she sighs “sorry but listen I get that sometimes things like this could get you to be…not normal and I won’t force you too confess but just know there is going to be A day where everything boils over and you blurt out all you feel at A bad time and I’d say it’s better to confess before then and…you two mean everything to each other I doubt much bad will happen if he doesn’t feel the same” Marble sat there shocked that Vivienne could actually give out advice like this no insults just getting straight to the point leaving him to just nod.

“Heh wouldn’t it be useful to be able to follow your own advice?” Marble says but Vivienne just smirked at him “oh I did already”…… “HUH!?” He yelled in surprise but before they could continue Yuuki and Ink came out of the forest injured but not to much to be concerned about it.

“Got what you wanted?” Vivienne asks in which Yuuki nods holding out A ultra ball with A M she put on top in marker “GOT IT NYA” Vivienne nods “anyway we should get going we have hotel reservations in the town close to here and Marble consider my advice…or don’t” they quickly walked off like there trying to give them room to talk …..wait A second THOSE GIRLS!

Before Marble could compose himself fully he sees A bleeding cut on Ink’s head “holy crap ink are you ok!?” Before Ink can utter A word Marble sits him down and goes to grab A med kit in the gym and patches him up.

…it was silent for A bit just the two enjoying each other company but then Marble spoke “Hey Ink I lo…I mean I have A question” he interrupted himself before he could finish the fourth word and went to change subject proving Vivienne right even more then he would like to admit.

“Yeah Marble?” Ink answers tilting his head in questioning.

“Do you think…we are each other’s everything…in every life?” Marble wanted to face palm himself to the distortion world after saying that WHY DID HE SAY THAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER TO CONFESS AHHH.

Ink was silent just stareing Marble in the eyes making Marble internally scream before his eyes light up and A big smile appear on his face him shining brighter than even the sun to Marble “OF COURSE I mean I would love it if that was true but….” He grew red even he seems to have A limit to his friendliness before he get embarrassed but at least he wasn’t alone with Marble silent because of embarrassment as well.

But Marble just smiles going back to treating the cut “thanks if we both can agree on it must be true and if not… we can just make it true Nagisa Ink” Marble says the biggest Grin ink has seen on him for A while appearing.

“Of course Honoka Marble” Ink grins back them being lost in there own world before being bought back to it by Kira running up to the two A smile on his face t oo

“I really did have A weird dream Honoka”

“Oh I did too maybe we can tell each other it after school?”

“Sure….oh it’s Hikari we should hurry and catch up with her”

“Yeah let’s go”

#HOLY CRAP IM TIRED #AND I SPENT LIKE 3 hours on this!#AND TO EXPLAIN THE END I HAD A VISION IDK WHAT IT WAS BUT ITS A VISION #not my best work but I’m still kinda happy with it #but legit forgot the Pokémon part of the Pokémon fanfic lol #sorry?

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saintsir4n · 2 months

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Hi Girl,

I’ve literally just come back from work but I’ve been thinking about you all day none stop and felt like I had to get this out, I want to thank you for your stories and your art as it never fails to amaze me. It’s artistically beautiful the way you write these characters being in love with their respective black love interests. Growing up as a bookworm, I found it impossible to find stories or especially fics that have black love interests not written in specific ways. However, you manage to achieve this so naturally and make it heartwarming to be seen as a possible love interests to characters that we’ve either fell in love with or thirsted over. I just finished Stereo Love and your Saltburn fic and both are just written in a way where it’s obvious the main character is the centre of her love interests world and that she truly is the epitome of beauty to them. Growing up, it’s been hard for many black girls (including myself) to feel desired and loved romantically, so thank you truly and I so can’t wait for what you have in store for us. Most importantly, looking after yourself is the most important so just know we your fans truly have the best interests for you in terms of treating yourself kindly. All the best lovely, I thought I would just give my two cents.

PS: do you mind giving your top ten male crushes (they can be fictional, from television or movies) and these can be current or like childhood crushes?!

Lots of love- 🐜

Honestly, this love and appreciation is making me cry. The type of support I’m receiving today is amazing and very heart warming. I try to write my characters as authentic and true to not just me to black readers, black girls and women. Growing up being black wasn’t as popular or glamorous as people showcasing today and I’m glad our people are being made to feel like themselves in spaces where we’re usually ostracised, so I’m glad that these stories speak to or help people. When I write my OCs I like to write them as desired, or loved, considering the lack of roles for black women in shows/films/books where we are seen in such a way.

After understanding the love interests (Felix Catton and Brian O’Conner) and how they view their respected partners I find it easier to insert my OC, of course I have to acknowledge the role of their race before hand whether it’s subtle or integral to the plot of my stories or canon.

At first when I started writing I didn’t know which part of the black experience to include, without bringing people out of their “fantasy”. Many people equate blackness with struggle or negativity, when there are so many positive and popular things we do whether it’s our hair, our style, our music or just us overall especially in the eras these films were set in/ released (early 2000s)

I’m glad you’re enjoying my stories, the next one I’m publishing is a House of The Dragon book, hope you’re interested. And I also hope you’re taking care of yourself as I try to. I’m so blessed to have this comment honestly as well as fans like you!

And atm for my TOP TEN MALE crushes (fictional/non fictional):

1. Jon Snow. Kit Harrington this role… I can’t get over his season 6 appearance. Most Targaryen men are good looking and yes people still say he’s a stark, which he is but damn, he’s something else.

2. Xolo Maridueña (Miguel Diaz from CK) love the actor in the show, he’s fine as hell especially with his longer hair and is thankfully older than me.

3. Damson Idris. Stunning, great smile, talented too!

4. Cillian Murphy. Must I explain this one?

5. Dylan O’brien. ALWAYS I just hope he doesn’t do some bs and let me down.

6. Brian O’Conner (specifically in the first and second films)

7. Kingsley Ben Adir. This man is just tall and fine.

8. Zayn. Been rocking with him since 2011 and his amazing voice.

9. Hector Bellerin. Just like Zayn, they’re fine men. And even though I don’t watch football, I watch his clips and that’s enough.

10. Lando Johnson. I only watch clips of All American Homecoming, I watched the original show up until season 3 and won’t start watching the spin off until I find out Simone ends up with Lando and his beautiful self.

This list took me a WHILE, especially for top 1, but I landed on Jon Snow, because how he is with a sword, his hair and how everyone in Westeros calls him pretty. Plus I did write a story for him a while ago, which I want to add to or change up in the future.

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bvannn · 3 months

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Weekly Update February 2, 2024

I think I’m mostly better. The medicine I take is once a week, and it’s supposed to last me all week. Last week it brought me through about Tuesday, this week I was good until Wednesday, hopefully next week it’ll last the full week. I’m doing fine today too because Fridays are when I administer it. I think I’ll be fine real soon. Unfortunately I am swamped with homework, but I can manage it pretty soon.

This week as far as art projects was mainly me messing with music. I found the trick to getting good electronic instruments, and that is a little free plugin called Krush. I don’t know why music software companies like mortal kombat so much that they spell everything like that, but the ones that do make nice stuff so I won’t judge. I also started fiddling with Melodies for some instrumental themes for OCs, Shaun and Romeo are first up for that, planning to make progress tonight. Cleaned up my other project files as well and found a nice bass and drum line I must’ve made while I was delirious on medicine after surgery bc I don’t remember making it but it sounds nice so I’ll keep it. I’m the process of cleaning up a Zelda medley, I’ll probably post the piano version of that alongside the full instrumental. Finally, another one that’s set for vocals even though I technically haven’t finished the first one. I’m impulsive. The first one is just missing vocals and lyrics really so once I’m in a good headspace I’ll try to lyric out both of these in one go and fiddle with vocaloid after I know what words I want.

I also finally started prodding at Vocaloid 5. I’m going with v5 over v4 because it has a more user friendly UI and I’m under the impression that the attack and release feature is unique to v5, although I may be wrong on that. I’m still not sure exactly which voicebanks I’ll want to use, obviously the Kagamines would be a good choice because having a male and female option packaged together is cool, but the Zolas are also a package deal and have a bit more variation amongst them. I’m not sure how well they do English though, since they’re not built for it. I mean I guess people won’t really care, people still seem to be big fans of the Vflower English songs even though she’s also not built for english *or the genre most of those songs are* and they eat them up anyway. The Zolas are also less marketable than the Kagamines or Vflower, though. Also I guess Miku is an option and probably an inevitability if I do start making vocaloid music but I don’t need to start with her, you know? Idk maybe I’ll keep working on song stuff and consider which vocal fits the best, maybe I’ll draw them a bit too, see how much demand there is.

I haven’t been doing any comic work because I’ve still been sick, plus now I’m waffling since I don’t have a big animation project anymore and I guess I could fill the void by making that project an animation, but I’m still unsure. It might be smart to do both, and at a minimum my thumbnailing out the comic makes sure that everything is paced correctly and the dialogue flows. Tonight I’m hoping to pick back up where I left of before I got sick: I had finished the first third of the first ‘episode’, and was moving on to act 2.

Today especially I’ve been bit by the TTRPG bug again and kinda want to write out and draw stuff for that, but normally I do my best conceptual writing while I’m delirious in bed after my sleep medicine is kicked in but before I fall asleep. I stayed up late last night alternating between chemistry homework and playing ghost trick so tonight should be a good night for writing. Maybe I’ll get more comic outline writing done too, who knows.

And finally I also just really need to get more drawings done. I posted those epithet challenge ones the other day, which people seem to like. And I really want to do a drawing of Lynne, I like her because she reminds me of an OC of mine, can’t say which one or why though because that’s a spoiler for both characters. I really need to do more art in general, so I threw together a wheel of small little doodles to do, but all that still relies on me having free time, which is a lot scarcer now that I’m working. Still, if I get back into the habit of chugging out those comic pages, I can probably do a little more.

I’m still not sure what to do tonight. I keep flipping back and forth over whether I want to do music or drawing, and end up with little in the way of posting. I did find out that I can post audio to tumblr easy now, so I’ll try to do that more often. Idk. I’m exhausted from today specifically, and this past week has been busy, but I’m hoping it’ll die down and I can do more this upcoming week.

#weekly update

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pbandjesse · 3 months

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I am sitting in the bathtub at me and James's new house writing my post. I am wearing off of my clothes. I am just watching James finish the tiles on the bathroom floor. We have had another really productive night. And today was a pretty good day.

I just learned that today was the foggiest day in American history. And I am not surprised because it was in fact crazy foggy. It was spooky and I liked that.

I slept okay last night. I continue to have worked dreams. But it wasn't the worst sleep. James woke me up to let me know they were leaving a little early to try and beat the rain. But the rain would still get them. And then they got a flat tired and had to walk the rest of the way. I felt so bad. But they said they were okay and to not worry about them. But all I do is worry about them because I love them so much.

I would struggle this morning too though. I got up and I had an extreme pain in my eye. To the point I couldn't put any makeup on. I just did eye drops and blush. And thankfully the pain would pass halfway to work but Jesus it was not fun.

It was spooky out with the fog and that made the drive interesting. People were going very slow. Which is fair. I still made it to work just about 8.

It was not a very cold day. But all the snow was melting hardcore and so everything was wet and muddy. I had wanted to go for a walk but it was just a little to gross out.

So I worked on some drawing. And I worked on my schedules. And I worked on my programing. And it was just a really good and productive morning.

Everyone else would come in and I got to talk about Disney a bit. I had brought in all of the pins that me and Jess didn't care for and are planning on trading. I tried to find some of them on the forums and found some of them are from Tokyo Disney and Hong Kong. I offered my coworkers some because I have more then I'll ever need and everyone picked one. Including Joe, who put it directly on his jacket. It was a nice day.

I had my lunch but I was still hungry. And apparently I wasn't the only one because by the after noon Elizabeth and Sarah decided to order fancy pizza. So we had fancy pizza in the afternoon and it was honestly really great. We talked about documentaries we liked and true crime and it was just s really nice way to spend the day at work.

I also had a meeting with Alexi about the summer. I don't really feel like I said what I wanted to say. We mostly talked about issues I felt like were present and issues with how arts and crafts and the Early American program were handled. Staffing issues. But it was something and I always enjoy talking to Alexi so it was still nice.

And then it was basically the end of the day. I had had two deliveries and was very excited to meet James at the house to start building things.

The drive out was fine. I listened to music and got a little nostalgic. And pretty soon I was at our new house.

James would be behind me by 10 minutes. But by then I had already said hello to Victoria and Daisy and brought both boxes inside. Including the very heavy box with my new desk in it.

I even was able to end over and roll it and get it upstairs to the bedroom.

James came in right after I got it upstairs. And they were very surprised. I was so happy to see them. They have a little cough but were in good spirits. And would pretty quickly head back to the apartment to get some boxes.

While they were gone I just built and built. I was finishing up the desk as they texted me to let me know they accidently locked themselves out of the apartment. Ugh oh. But thankfully someone was able to let them in and they were back on track. And would be back to me very soon. And by the time they got back here I had finishes the desk! Amazing! I was so proud of myself.

It's a little taller then I thought so someday I may chop the legs down. But it's a beautiful color and I'm excited to have it all set up.

When James got back they muscled everything into the house. And while they were making their trips we were able to meet our neighbor on the other side. George! Seems like a lovely man. A little older then us. But seems friendly. Welcomed us to the neighborhood. I'm glad we have nice people around us.

While James got eveything inside I moved things to their proper rooms. James would trip on the stairs inside but they did not get hurt thankfully.

We would continue to have a productive evening. James would finish installing the kitchen floor. And I would help move the fridge so they could do the underneath part and it honestly looks amazing. We are going to get some floor edging like toy have in a doorway to make the ends look more finished but I think it was such a good choice and James did such a good job.

I would work on putting the brass knobs on the cabinets. I need some different bolts for 3 of them but all the others are replaced now and I love them. And we would get both medicine cabinets installed. With drywall anchors and everything. I'm very proud of all the work we are going even if it's a little exhausting.

James is finishing up with the bathroom tiles now. But we need another box. I accidently only bought 1 when I meant to get two. So we will have that tomorrow.

We will go home soon and get some rest. Tomorrow is another day at work. And then my vacation starts! I am very excited for Disney. I hope it's a really fun trip.

I hope you all have a great night and I hope you sleep well. Take care of yourselves. Goodnight!

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channiesrubberduck · 11 months

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The Book-Boyfriend Incident

Bang Chan x OC

Genre: fluff, a bit suggestive?, best friends (who are in love with each other, but are so stupid, that they don't notice) to lovers

Summary: A usual night of Chan working on his music, with Sam chilling on his couch behind him, reading her current book. What could go wrong?

It was a pretty normal occurrence, that when Chan was busy fixing parts of his songs in his studio, Sam would drop by after her work as a graphic designer, to get some peace and quiet and continue reading on her current book series she was into. Today was an especially stressful day for her, as today was the D-Day for the big project she was working on. So when she left work, she immediately texted Chan that she would be coming to his studio, knowing that he would be working late again. Chan just answered with a simple thumbs up, already guessing that today must've been really stressful for his newly acquired best friend.

Chan and Sam had met, during Sam's time at JYPE. She was still working as a freelance artist and was hired to do some designs for the 'SKZoo' merchandise line. She only visited the JYP building a couple of times for some major decisions, but as fate wanted, every time she was in the building, she ran into Chan. Chan, knowing the employees of his company very well, asked her right away who she was and upon knowing she was designing something for his group, he of course wanted to get to know her better. He felt, that they both got along pretty well, so naturally he invited her to go to a café to keep the interaction between him and Sam going. Maybe also because he was fascinated by Sam the moment they started talking, but that was only for him to know. Sam was equally intrigued by Chan, or as she likes to call him: Chris. He was so nice and warm upon first meeting, which she definitely wasn't used to in this industry. And maybe Chris' good looks were a tiny bonus, while talking to him, too. She didn't want to admit it either, but Sam definitely felt this certain pull towards the singer-songwriter. But that was all in the past now, right? They were just great friends who hung out together on occasion, since they were both very busy people. Workaholics, if you dare say so.

Upon Sam's arrival at Channies Room, they both embraced. Sam still had some food left from her Lunch, so she gave it to Chan, since she knew, that he hadn't eaten all day. He quickly devoured the meal that was presented to him and then showed his friend what he was working on. Sam thought that it was perfect already, but Chris, being the perfectionist that he is, naturally disagreed. Sam just shrugged and sat down to get started on reading her current Book. It was a trilogy, centered on a cute couple in a small, magical town. It was sweet and filled with triumphs and setbacks, as well as a lot of heartache. Chan never really understood, the appeal of the books Sam was reading and didn't question it. Until that night. Chan was finished a bit earlier than he expected. Sam did not notice him turning around in his chair, way too engrossed in her book. The tension in her chapter was thick, and the scene was getting hotter and hotter with every sentence she read.

But of course Chris had to pop down on the couch right next to her, which startled her completely. "Chris! Oh my gosh, you scared me!" she yelled, annoyed. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to. I just didn't realize how engrossed you were. I thought you saw me standing up." He apologized. Sam just answered with a big "Nope, I did not" while popping the p. "What are you reading anyway?" "A romance book. What else?" "I don't know, maybe a crime story?" "Does this cover scream crime story to you?" Sam held up the book cover to reveal a comic like art style with two people kissing on it. Chris smiled awkwardly, "No, not really, you're right." "That's what I thought. Now please do not disturb me, the story is getting really interesting." she said, with a pleased grin.

Before she could continue to read, Chris came up with another question, hoping to keep the conversation going. "What is so good about reading romance books anyway? I don't get it." Sam huffed, almost offended by Chan's comment. "Look Chris, the romance Books are great 'cause the fictional men in them, are better than real men will ever be. Or have you ever pinned someone against the wall and made out with them, like these book boyfriends do with their love interests?" Sam thought that this blunt comment would shut him up, but it weirdly didn't. Chris, now with a mischievous glint in his eyes, creased his forehead and asked obliviously, "Pin someone against a wall? How do these book boyfriends do that, then? Maybe I can learn from them." Sam, not noticing what Chan was talking about, put her book away and stood up from the couch. "Ok, so you wanna learn? Then come here, and I'll show you what I mean." Chan stepped up and strolled into the tiny space between the couch and the doorway.

Sam showed him what he has to do while talking him through it. She grabbed both of his hands and started explaining. "The first thing is that you decide if you either wanna grab their wrist, the side of their face or their waist." Chris decided to put one hand on Sam's waist. "Great, and then you push me lightly against the wall and put your other hand against it too. It will help with balance and make you look bigger to the other person." Chan did exactly how Sam instructed him to do. And as they were in the final position, Sam realized how close Chan actually was to her. She scanned his face, noticing again how beautiful his face was and how soft and warm he looked. Chris was just as enraptured by Sam's beauty. After a while of just blatantly staring at each other, Chan decided to try and back away, but suddenly Sam put her hands on his broad shoulders. "No, stay." She whispered hesitantly, gauging for his reaction. Chris stopped in his motion and relaxed his muscles. "Is it okay then to..." "To what Chris?" He was too nervous to continue speaking, too nervous to admit what he wanted to do. Instead, Chan just looked at Sam's lips and then looked at her eyes again, trying to make her understand.

Sam noticed that small action of his and finally understood. She started to lean in, almost afraid that he wouldn't do the same, but she didn't have to fear long as she felt his soft lips on top of hers a moment later. The kiss was full of emotions, they didn't realize they had for each other, but most importantly it just felt right. Chris started caressing Sam's waist, while Sam put her hands securely around his neck, feeling safer and happier than ever. After searching in the dark for so long, they finally found the light in each other.

#bang chan #skz fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic #lee know #lee yongbok #lee minho #skz felix #lee felix #jeongin #han #hyunjin #seungmin #changbin #kpop #kpop imagines #fanfic #kpop fanfic #channiesrubberduck

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technaart · 2 years

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Falling in Love

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Where reader has already fallen for him, but Eddie falls harder.

A/n: This man has a choke hold on me, I just need some cute fluff with him. This is just word vomit I'm so sorry.

Please request for this man :)

"What's that?"

You look down as they pointed at your arm. Glancing down, you're reminded of the black ink that covers parts of your hand and traveled up the back of your wrist onto your arm. Looking like a makeshift tattoo.

Heat rushed to your face. "Oh, English was boring today, nothing to do but listen to the teacher drone on and on."

"Uh-huh, "your friend hummed, amused. "And this is, in no way related, to the new "tattoos" on Eddie Munson's arm?"

Taking a risky glance over at the Hellfire table, it was easy to see the doodles on Eddie's arms. You smile. Those were your work that he displayed for any and everyone to see. It made a warm bubble in your chest, threatening to burst.

He caught your stare, causing you to look down at your lunch quickly.

Your friend sighs, "Honestly, how long have you had this crush now?"

"Since Freshman year..." You both say.

"Still," They smile, throwing a comforting arm around your shoulder. "This is the first time that I've heard of you interacting with him. Senior year, Y/N is your year!"

Maybe your friend was right. Because ever since that day, you and Eddie continue to take turns drawing on each other's arms. Half the time, English class was just simple packets, once you finished you basically had free time.

Whispers spreading in the classroom were easily blocked out as the two of you talked amongst each other, a permanent heat over your face and chest at the time spent getting to know him.

The skin on his arm was soft, the pen gliding smoothly over it as you listened to him talk about his Hellfire Club. By the end of this class, you were sure your cheeks would hurt with how much you were smiling.

Eddie's eyes shined as he talked about the freshmen he'd taken under his wing, he really cared for them in his own way. A fiery passion in his voice when he spoke about DnD or his favorite music. It was all something you could listen to all the time.

"What about you?¨ He asks, a charming smile on his face that makes your stomach feel weird. "I only ever see you with your friends or reading a book - I always thought you just didn't like anyone."

Does that mean he's noticed you before?

"It's not that, I just prefer books to most of the people here."

Eddie made a wounded face, hands pressing over his chest as he pretended to be shot there, slowly sliding down his seat. You laughed, hitting the closest part of him playfully.

"You're so dumb," You tease, affection lacing your voice.

Eddie paused. Eyes taking you in as you cap your pen, putting it away. If he was being honest, itś because of how quiet you were that he had never noticed you before. He wasn't lying when he said you kept your nose in your books. Different ones each day.

It wasn't until recently that he started to notice you. You can be sure it surprised him when you suddenly asked for his arm one day. Still, he had held it out for you that day, watching with wide eyes as you started to doodle on him.

Now, it was a daily comfort.

His hand gently held your arm, just as the bell rang. He didn't get the chance to leave his own mark over your skin, which disappointed him. But he hadn't let go of you.

"Hey, I didn't get my turn" He grinned, grabbing his pen.

You can't tear your eyes from his face as he focused on what he was drawing on your arm. Training them over the way his hair fell into his face, dark eyes focused on following the ink path he outlined. At some point, his tongue peeked out due to his concentration.

"There!" he exclaimed, pulling back as he finished his art.

On your arm, big enough that anyone can see it if they were to even glimpse at you, was a childish design with the words ́́ EDDIE ´ S ARM'́. It made you laugh at his messy handwriting that was barely readable, but enough to know what the words said.

He gins, feeling a pull on his heat at your laugh. "I'll see you later, Sweatheart."

As Eddie left, he passed by your friend who held a smirk on their face. No doubt having seen your interaction with him. He was a bit worried about you and what was being said, but knowing that your friend seemed to support it - he was happy there was at least someone who would stand up for you.

"I need to go to the restroom right quick, wait for me?" Your friend called out, stopping the two of the year near the male restroom.

You nod. "Yeah, of course."

They turn, giving the restroom a frown before entering. It wasn't the ideal restroom, but it was a must.

Leaning against the wall, you hum to yourself. A brand new book is held tightly in your arms as you wait for your friend. The two of you had met back in Middle school. They had stood up for you from a bully who threw one of your books into a puddle of mud. Ever since you two have been inseparable.

You snap out of your little bubble when someone calls out to you. "Is what they say true?"

Looking up, a trio of girls was walking up to you. Dressed in skirts and glitter lip gloss, with shoes that made them tower over you. Automatically, you pressed yourself closer to the wall behind you.

"What's true?"

The female in the middle, smirks. She trapped you against the wall, leaning down threateningly. "That you're the freak little whore."

Your breath hitched. It was no secret that the school was talking about you and Eddie, but you have never heard a word they have said about you. Your friend was really good at keeping you in the dark.

You frown, pushing her away from you. The words took over you, spilling from your mouth without thought. "Even if that were true - and it's not - at least I mean more to him than you."

The female face turns red, taking a step back into your space. "I bet you let all those freaks take turns with you, huh? You have no place to talk - "

"Hey, fuck off!" Your friend shouts, returning to your side from their restroom break. "Go back to throwing yourself at the basketball team."

The leader recoiled back as if being near your friend burned her. She muttered a slur to her friends, the trio giggling as they walked out.

"Are you alright?" Your friend turned around, making sure they don't see any marks on your skin. "I'm sorry I left you out here for too long. They didn't cause too much damage, did they?"

You shake your head, taking a small breath. "I'm okay, let's just get some lunch." You smile, seeing the doubtful look on your friend's face. ̈Seriously, I'm starving!"

They rolled their eyes. "Okay, okay."

The subject quickly changes as you walk towards the cafeteria, honestly wanting to just eat something already. And maybe get a few looks at Eddie while you were at it. You certainly didn't expect to see him standing on top of a lunch table when you and your friend walked in.

He caught sight of you as you neared his table. Something was troubling you, yet you still looked curious and maybe a bit amused at just what he could be doing. But you weren't smiling, and that was a no-no in his book.

"Y/N!"

You stop, looking up at him. "What is it, Eddie?"

The question was innocent enough, said so sweetly that his face felt hot. His name leaving your lips made his stomach flip. In Eddie, fashion, he tried to make you smile or even laugh. Sticking his fingers up on the side of his head sticking his tongue out.

Your response didn't even need thinking about. A laugh escaped you as you attempted the same thing, your book being held tightly in one hand.

He swears his heart did a flip. His stomach exploded with butterflies, and an odd feeling enveloped his chest. So strong, that he took a small step back.

He smiles, widely.

Eddie "The Freak" Munson, has fallen for you. Hard.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things 4

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inceptionart · 2 years

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Today’s highlight is on the super talented Ash @mister-eames! Read on for her thoughts on art, and you can find all of her incredible artwork here!

🎨 When did you start creating art for the Inception fandom, and what is your inspiration?

August 2021 for International Arthur Appreciation Day! I'd been lurking in the fandom since late 2020 and was just so blown away by the breadth and magnitude of talent!! I say this with love: because, in the best way, I felt like I had nothing to offer. I still feel that way and, oddly, I think that is what inspires me—that there are so many brilliant minds and ideas in this fandom; we took this one movie and we created an entire ecosystem out of it, we cross-pollinated other fandoms. It's... kind of calming, I feel like I don't have to burn myself out here. I can sit, observe, feel and create at my leisure. I don't have to worry about sequels or new seasons, my imagination can go as crazy or as calm as it wants to.

🎨 Tell us about your creative process, and which part do you enjoy the most about it?

I get very stuck on a single feeling or visual. Then it pesters me for days or hours or weeks until I do something about it, haha. I'll throw on a playlist and use the music as a footpath to reach that feeling/visual, if that makes sense. What I enjoy most is finishing it lol, getting it out of my head and releasing it into the universe so it's not mine to carry anymore.

🎨 Link us to your first and latest artwork, and how your style has evolved since then?

My first artwork for fandom, in general, was when I was a young teen for the Suikoden fandom—and is lost forever haha—but my first "artwork" for inception was a moodboard for Arthur Appreciation Day and my last was a gifset here.

Mmm, in terms of evolving... I've played around with moodboards since 2019 in other fandoms and I've just recently taught myself to make gifs in the last 8-12 months, and I have recently returned to traditional art so I'd say my style is a work in progress!! But I'm having fun dabbling in different mediums and hope to get better at them all!

🎨 What is your absolute favorite piece of art that you've made, and why?

The collab I did with @finelydressedspacemen for Inception Big Bang 2022 - it was my first real venture into digital art outside of gifs and moodboards and it was a fun experience to try and dip my fingers into a different medium!

🎨 What is something about Inception that you really want to make art for someday, and why?

I'd love to make art or gifsets for others existing fics but I'm always too shy to ask!! Outside of that, I have a large blank canvas in my home that I have been meaning to start a traditional art piece that is inception inspired. Very poker-esque. But yeah, I'd really love to make gifsets for fics.

🎨 Give a shoutout to your favorite Inception artists here!

@hcnnibal @stormofsharpthings @hirunoka @halfofawhole @birdlawco @youcantsaymylastname @darlingandmreames @mizunoir @sin-repent and I'm sure there are so many I'm forgetting, the wealth of talent that has contributed to this fandom is incredible. It's made me want to be both a better artist and writer.

🎨 Anything else you'd like to talk about art and the Inception fandom in general ❤

As someone who joined this fandom late I just have all the love and respect for this everyone who has come before me, who is still here, and those yet to come. I think this is a really special place to be and everyone is so very welcoming and kind and creative. To another 12 years!! Thank you all x

#inception artist highlight #inceptiversary #inception #mistereames

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bloodykora · 1 year

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Putting Up Christmas Cheer

Summary: Ross drops a Christmas decoration on his head, leaving Ethan and Benny to haul the tree out of the basement and put it up. They seem to have difficulty and have to call in backup. Making the whole gang have a special night together.

“Dad dropped a Christmas decoration on his head so mom took him to the ER.” Jane explains to her brother who has just gotten home. The last 20 minutes Jane had been sorting out ornaments for when they were to decorate the tree.

“Let me guess, dad didn’t put up the tree.” Ethan guesses and Jane nods, smiling for the thought of what is to come. Knowing damn well that Ethan nor Benny would be able to put up the tree by themselves. Ethan sighs, throwing off his winter coat, gloves, hat and then runs upstairs to change. Jane takes a seat on the couch, turning up the music on the TV. Ethan’s steps thudding back down the stairs.

“Is the tree out of the basement?” “Nope but mom did pull it out of it’s spot so we don’t have to do that.” Ethan nods, turning into the kitchen and turning on the kettle. “I called Benny so we have backup.” “Is grandma coming too?” “For a little bit, she’s going to the art gallery for the first night with the lights.” “Knowing her she will probably go on her own adventure.” Jane giggles, thinking about the stores she has been told.

“How was school today?” Ethan asks, coming back into the living room and sitting next to Jane. “Boring, I learned a little bit about fractions. Then we watched The Nutcracker in class. That movie is kind of weird.” Ethan chuckles at his little sister’s words. “Sounds a lot nicer than mine. I learned about optics in physics today which is the study of behaviour and properties of light. In a very short summary.” “That sounds very complicated.” Ethan nods as a reply, a knock at the door puts a hold to their conversation. The door opens as a similar brunette and lady step into the house.

“Grandma!” Jane shouts, getting up off the couch and running to hug the older woman. “Hello Jane dear.” Evelyn greets, hugging the 10 year old back. “Wow, I bring gifts and I get ignored.” Benny groans beside them, kicking off his snow covered boots. “Oh hush.” Evelyn starts before continuing. “I know you’re not a fan of egg nog so I brought some apple cider.” She finishes, handing the jug to Jane. “Thank you!” She takes the jug and runs into the kitchen to put it in the fridge. Ethan walks up to Benny, taking the presents out of his lover’s hands and placing them on the table.

“Hey! Why aren’t you putting them under the tree?” “We have to put up the tree, that’s why.” “No, not again!” “Dad bumped his head earlier today so we have been left to do it.” Jane repeats, coming back into the conversation. Taking Evelyn’s hand and leading her to the couch. “Look like you boys have got some stuff to do while us girls catch up.” Ev says, shooing away the boys lovingly to have some “girl talk” with Jane.

The boys look down the basement stairs in dread, remembering the last time they went down in curiosity. “What if like, Krampus pops out and takes us?” Benny whispers, leaning a bit behind Ethan. “Santa doesn’t exist so theoretically neither does Krampus.” Ethan states, voice shaking in fake confidence. Benny looks at him with an ‘are you serious right now?’ face, knowing full well his boyfriend was bullshitting him. “Okay fine, he might exist. But I feel like we haven’t been misbehaving children, so there should be nothing to worry about!” “..Then you go down first.” Ethan looks back to Benny. “Why?” “It’s your house.” “You’re my boyfriend! You’re supposed to protect me.”

“Ok fine! We both go down at the same time holding hands so if anything happens we will drag each other back upstairs.” Benny compromises and Ethan nods. Taking each other’s sweaty hands and descending the creaky stairway. As suspected there was nothing waiting for them at the bottom, no demon perching or ghost hiding. Just the plain basement with boxes scattered about. “See, nothing like I suspected.” Ethan reaffirms them. “I totally knew there would be nothing, just wanted to be your knight in shining armour.” Benny boasts, hand still not letting go of Ethan’s. “Huh, is that why your grip is deathly tight?” E teases, looking over to B. Benny rolls his eyes as a reply. Ethan spots the Christmas tree box right away, laying down on the ground.

“Are the ornaments already up there?” “Yeah, Jane helped mom with it.” The couple take a breath before lowering to the ground and picking up the box. Ethan slowly starts up the stairs, taking each step carefully and Benny lifting the box as high as he could to make it easier for Ethan. “I could’ve used magic for this.” Benny says, coming to a realization. “We could’ve called Sarah for this.” Ethan replies, clearly struggling with how wide the box was. His arms start shaking and then, very disastrously, places the box down on the stairs.

“Okay maybe it isn’t a bad idea to call Sarah.” B says looking up to Ethan, a sigh comes out of E. Standing up, turning and then trotting up the stairs. Walking to the kitchen and picking up the home phone, dialing Sarah’s number. He waits as the line rings twice and then clicks. “Hello?” A feminine voice replies on the other side. “Hey Sarah?” “Try again.” A dry and sarcastic voice replies to Ethan, he immediately recognizes who it is. “Erica?” “Yup. What do you need?”

“Well, my dad bumped his head, therefore Benny and I were left to get the Christmas tree up. We are having some difficulty and uh, was wondering if you and Sarah could help us?” Ethan pleads, hoping the two girls will come to the rescue. He hears a sigh from the other side and then a few words. “Ethan…..Christmas tree….need us…..movie night…...fine.” There’s a silence before Ethan gets his reply.

“We will be there in 10 minutes, you owe me Morgan.” Erica answers and then she hangs up. Ethan lets out a sigh of relief, knowing now this night won’t be an utter disaster. He hears footsteps approach him and then a pair of arms wraps around him. “Sooo, is she coming?” “Her and Erica.” “Nice! Double date without all the stressful planning.” Benny jokes, letting go and walking in front of him. “Not really a double date with Jane and your grandma being here.” Ethan corrects, lifting himself onto the counter. Benny comes up beside him and takes a cookie off a plate that was near, biting into it. He just shrugs his shoulders in response.

“Is everyone coming over?” Jane now in the kitchen asks, coming up beside them and pulling out a glass from the cupboard. “Just Sarah and Erica.” Ethan responds. “So basically everyone.” “Yeah.” “What about Rory, we should at least invite him.” She says while pouring two glasses of water. “Wasn’t he doing something with his mom today?” Benny asks, looking to Ethan. “I think so.” “Well, I saw him today when I was walking from school and he looked a bit sad.” Jane says before exiting. “I mean, we should at least try.” Ethan suggests before hopping down to pick up the phone again. “Fine, but only if he promises he won’t break my ornaments!” Benny pouts, reminiscing about his old Leia ornament that Rory knocked off the tree when they were all younger. Ethan laughs a bit before dialing the number, an immediate pickup.

“Hello? Ethan?” “Hey Ror, I was wondering if you wanted to come help us put up the Christmas tree?” Ethan could basically hear the blonde on the other side become excited. “Yeah I’d love to! Do you need me to bring anything?” Ethan thinks for a moment before answering. “Actually yeah, if you could grab some popcorn it would be appreciated.” “Got it. I should be there in 5.” And with that the call ends. Ethan immediately went to get out plates and cups for the guests that were coming. “Woah there bud take it slow.” Benny says while taking his boyfriend’s hands. “This is supposed to be a nice celebration, not stress central. They have all been here before, they can grab their own stuff.” Ethan smiles in response, Benny guiding him to the living room where the other two were.

The four of them sit there talking amongst themselves and watching the snow drift down, waiting for the others to arrive. A thud on the rooftop grabs their attention, already knowing who it was. A second later the doorbell rings, everyone but Evelyn getting up. The three vampires standing outside, Rory with a bit of snow in his hair, Erica looking slightly irritated and Sarah smiling.

“I got the popcorn!” Rory says while holding a huge clear bag. "Can we come in now?" Erica huffs and Ethan nods. The three kick off their boots, the cold not affecting their body like the others. Evelyn greets them all, still seated on the couch. "Thanks for inviting me! My mom had to go out so we had to cancel our night." Rory explains quickly, now excited that his night wasn't spent by himself. "Yeah well, my night has been interrupted." Erica whines, arms crossed over her chest. "Excuse her, we were watching Dusk 2 as part of our love night. Now what exactly are we doing?" Sarah asks the two brunette boys. "The tree is stuck in the basement, we can't get it up here." Benny quickly answered before Ethan could talk. The five of them move to the basement stairs. Erica starts to snicker a bit. "Wait, you guys can't even get it up here?" "Hey, we are all still human!" Ethan defends, pouting at Erica's comment. "I don't wanna break a nail babe." Erica says to Sarah, looking down at her manicured french tips. "I can help!" Rory exclaims, thumping down the steps and around the tree to the bottom. Sarah sighs and steps down to the top of the tree box.

"On 3 okay Ror?" He nods, bending down and wrapping his arms around the bottom. Sarah counts down, securing her grip on the box. "3." The two of them lift and make their way upstairs. A lot more smoothly then when Ethan and Benny did it earlier. "Where do you want it?" Sarah asks, standing in the living room. "Near the window where the couch normally is." Ethan points and the pair sets it down. "Now we have to put it together!" Jane says, opening the box and beginning to take the parts out. "We have to organize the order of branches." Sarah states, picking up some pieces of the tree. Erica joins the other girls, locking the base pieces together. "I am sorry to leave during the funniest part but the light show is starting soon!" Evelyn says while getting up and hugging them goodbye. "I hope you have fun!" Jane walks her to the door, helping Evelyn with the scarf and closing the door behind her. Waving bye the whole time.

"Alright now we can start the party! And let the magic flow." Benny says, shaking his hands a bit. "No!" Ethan and Sarah yell in sync. "We don't want another accident to happen today like my dad's, do we?" Ethan adds on, grabbing Benny's hands. "Let's just have a normalish Christmas for once? No weird monsters or spirits asking us to solve their murder and set their soul free." Erica says, setting the tree skirt on. "Where could I get some string? And a needle? For the popcorn." Rory asks.

“There should be some string in a drawer near the sink, right side. And I think mom took out the sewing kit earlier so it should be on the table.” Ethan replies, opening up a box of ornaments. Rory zips away and comes back within seconds, sitting on the couch to start stringing the treat. "Can I get that piece Jane? I'm pretty sure it's the bottom one." Erica asks and the little girl nods, handing over her part of the tree. The branches now spread out and ready for ornaments to be hung on. Erica taking the pole and popping it into the base.

"First piece done. Who has the second?" Erica now sitting on the floor asks, looking to Sarah and Benny who had branches in their hands. "Uhh I think mine's the next one." Benny says, handing her a half finished branch and then joining Ethan with the ornaments. Sarah walks beside Erica, taking the final pieces of the tree. Putting them up, and separating the branches. Rory and Jane sitting on the couch stringing up the corn. Jane looks over to Rory eating a few. "Hey! You can't eat them! What if we run out?" Roy looks over, mouth full. He chews quickly and swallows.

"That won't happen! And if it does I could always fly to go get more." He answers, followed by a nod. Jane laughs a bit before continuing again with the threading."Oh dude! I found my snowflake ornament from 3rd grade!" Benny shouts, picking up a small plastic snowflake.

"I thought you lost it at your house?" Ethan asks, taking out a plastic package of multicolored lights. "I thought I did too. Maybe grandma brought it over one year and we left it." The spellcaster thinks out loud before shrugging his shoulders and turning to the tree. He places it near the top on the right side, stepping back and admiring it. "I can't believe you just put on the first ornament when it's not even your house." Sarah scoffs, standing next to him. "Please he basically lives here." Jane comments, getting off the couch to start decorating. "Did we find the tinsel yet?" "Rory, you know you're not allowed to be on tinsel duty." The blond slumps in his seat at Ethan's words.

The six of them slowly decorate the tree, putting on silver, purple, themed ornaments one by one. Sarah and Erica sitting back in the glory of putting up a tree by themselves, Jane enjoying the loosened rules for the night. Ethan and Benny talking about old memories with some of the ornaments, Rory glad his night wasn’t spent alone in his home. “Okay we have the lights and the star left.” Benny says, taking one end of the light cord and holding it up.

“Here let me.” Sarah holds her hand out, taking the cord and carefully wrapping it around the tree. Ethan plugs it in, the brightness of red, yellow, blue, pink all scattered over the green of the tree. The reflections in the ornaments, it was a beautiful tree. Erica even now was smiling at the masterpiece they all made. “Can I do the star?” Jane asks, holding the white and gold topper. “Sure, I’m not quite sure how we will get you up there though.” “Oh! I can lift her!” Rory comes up with it in response to Ethan. Jane nods and holds the star in her hand tightly. “Ready?”

“Yup, just don’t drop me.” Rory smiles and then wraps his hands around her, placing her on his shoulder. He walks up to the tree carefully, keeping Jane steady and not bumping it. She gently places the star on top, making sure it’s stuck well. “There, how does it look?” She asks the others. “Beautiful, well done kiddo.” Erica compliments. Rory steps back, letting Jane get a whole view of the tree now. “For a disaster that was 2 hours ago, I think it turned out quite well.”

#i wrote this last year for the secret santa #mbav #my babysitters a vampire #rory keaner #jane morgan #ethan morgan #benny weir #sarah fox #erica jones #evelyn weir #serica #bethan

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gourmetpunk · 10 months

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Just finished reading Susan Sontag’s “Against Interpretation” (the whole book) today and it got me thinking some things. I think I was already aware of it, but her articulation of the weird separation between form and content in art and her subsequent quest to try and get critics to conceive of (almost) everything in terms of “style” (in which content is a part of form) has helped me to define some of my own positions on different media a bit better.

Notably, I’ve always talked about how I have pretty radically different tolerances for snobbery depending on the medium of art I’m discussing: I have strong biases towards classical literature and against modern literature, but an even stronger bias towards “modernist/postmodern” literature that tends to fall somewhere in between those two (say between the late 18th and late 20th centuries); by contrast, I have an extreme bias against most forms of classical music, am relatively OK with “classical tradition modernism” and am most interested by far in modern pop music (dating from around 1920 to present). Other biases of mine include a general even appreciation for movies from all different eras and “brows” (though a slight preference toward what might be called more “highbrow”), a much more enthusiastic bias towards “modernist/postmodern” visual art than classical, and a scattershot critical appreciation for video games from different eras (video games are way too new to truly have a “classical” era, of course, and even movies are the same way to an extent - I’ll get to that in a minute).

I think a lot of this can be explained by my own understanding of the form and content (and by extension, “style”) present in each of those mediums. Music, for example, is primarily a formal medium, with content secondary to the form in most cases, if it is prominent or present at all - certainly most classical music is virtually content-free in my view. Not only do I find the form of modern pop music much more interesting (with its effectively accelerated version of the “theme-and-variation” principle in classical and the additional influence of rhythm-based African music), I also note that the second half of the 20th century saw pop music taking on more and more content than classical music ever had, even as it remained secondary to the music. This makes it more interesting and compelling to me than the classical canon in terms of both form and content. The avant-garde that stems from both the “post-/modernist” classical tradition and from jazz (which, remember, is just an extension of pop/folk ideas) interests me mainly because of its breaks from the conventions of classical and pop, though I don’t always find it successfully interesting in these breaks.

My preference for older literature, however, stems partly from the fact that I see both form and content as both ever-present and ever-prominent in literary history and that I see both as stagnating increasingly within the last 40-ish years. Literature has tended to carry a pretty equal weight of form and content (with the balance shifting across different eras, cultures, movements, etc., but I think it comes out fairly even), and so I see it as important for a literary work to pay serious attention to one or both of these aspects. I do, however, tend towards a preference for formal development, and that’s probably why I favor the modernist era especially, which might have been one of the most exciting periods of formal experimentation in literary history (that I’m aware of, at least). So it’s not like it’s a perfect downward trending curve here; I might characterize my interest in (most) literature throughout the ages as slowly ramping up from like early history until the 19th century (a lot of this stuff being more of historical interest to me than genuinely enjoyable), at which point it starts to peak heading into the early 20th century, then crashing at the end of that same century. I hope to be proven wrong on this some day with a burst of either new or previously-unknown-to-me authors managing to revive the artistic spirit of this medium. A couple have been promising so far.

Movies and visual art are things I know much less about in terms of form. I tend to feel incredibly stupid hearing people discuss interpretations of art in these mediums, so whatever opinions I have on them I would advise anyone to take with an even larger grain of salt than my opinions on music and literature. But I suspect my preferences in these mediums come out the way they do has to do with a) my ignorance of them, and b) in the case of visual art in particular, my boredom with classical visual aesthetics that continue to dominate our modern culture in a way that classical literary aesthetics do not (but classical music still does a little bit, which also explains my reaction to it as described above). The content of movies tends to be a lot more obvious to me than of painting as well, and the repetitive (and often obvious) subject matter of a lot of classical painting also does it no favours in my eyes, though I can appreciate the formal variations to an extent.

I probably drift a little towards the “highbrow” in movies for reasons that also might help explain my taste in video games: both media are really too young to have had true “classical periods” in the ways that music, literature and visual art have, and thus the content of both tends towards the obvious, melodramatic and underdeveloped more often than not - both are far more interesting to me in terms of their form than their content. Seeing as “highbrow” movies tend to emphasize formal qualities over those of content, they tend appeal to me slightly more - but only slightly. Because (and I think this is also true of video games) I also see (or think I see - remember, I’m not good at visual aesthetics, so this is kind of just conjecture) a lot of craft being put into the form of non-highbrow movies as well, and thus I can appreciate all kinds of different movies. What this actually means is that a lot of my favourite movies would be considered “middlebrow” - case in point, my favourite of all time remains The Adventures Of Baron Munchausen.

And video games, well, I’ve pretty much said it already: they’re too young to have a classical period to react against and even more immature in movies in terms of content. Unlike music, content is more important alongside form in video games, so I often find myself trying to find at least something to appreciate in that realm if I find a game to be formally compelling - some of the most successful in overall style have been Outer Wilds, Celeste and The Talos Principle. You might note that these are all pretty recent, and I do happen to believe that a lot of the best recent video games are better than the “best” of the older ones; this is partly because video games face a challenge inherent in their medium that almost no other medium faces: the technological barrier. In the time of, say, Zelda: Ocarina Of Time (which, by the way, I do count as being a great game still, more for form than for content - Majora’s Mask is the reverse), something like Outer Wilds was basically unthinkable to create with the technology available then. That being said, this also has something to do with the fact that the democratization of game-making technology and the indie game boom of the 2010s has also helped refine both content and form in games even more than technological advancements; where games’ plots, aesthetics and gameplay previously had to be filtered through several layers or corporate market testing before, rogue developers can now go wild with their most experimental impulses. We have just lived through (and are perhaps still living through) what might have been the second great period of artistic advancement for video games as a medium, and it’s an exciting time! But this doesn’t mean I have no love at all for the “classics”, insofar as they exist as a canon. Some older games, though in need of tweaking to play in an enjoyable form today, have actually held up incredibly well on a formal level, and some were even ahead of their time in content, too. I have many more opinions about the way in which the current trend of “remastering” classic video games often alters these games as individual works of art in a way that is fundamentally different from restoring movies, books, or “remastering” musical albums, but that’s for another essay altogether.

Ironically, I just mentioned that I should read Pierre Bourdieu in my last post, who I know would probably write all of this off as attempts to justify that tastes common to the class I occupy that I have unconsciously reproduced. I’ll have to read that book in full to see if there’s a more nuanced argument there than that, but I suspect I would disagree. That is also, however, a matter for another essay, and I feel like I’ve done enough taste-justification here already. Sorry.

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eleanorfenyxwrites · 1 year

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Random Idea junk drawer

So I had a great time doing my Wangxian-centric Breath of the Wild AU last year, and when I finished it I definitely left the epilogue open-ended enough to do more Zelda AU’s/Fusions in the future (I still don’t REALLY know how big the difference is between AU’s and Fusions and which one my other-content-inspired stuff usually counts as but I DIGRESS) because here’s the thing. The Thing(TM). Zelda games are my JAM. They were baby’s first special interest. Literally.

When I was 7 years old my parents bought a GameCube and a game disk that had 4 remastered Classic Zelda games on it (two 2D, two 3D) as well as a 20-minute playable demo for Wind Waker, with three different starting locations to choose from that you could play as many times as you wanted. And you bet my little 7-year-old ass played every bit of it that was within my skill level (which was not much lol), until I got my next Zelda game at 10 (that was Twilight Princess, and it was the first Zelda game I ever finished). I have the Wii walkthrough book for Twilight Princess that I bought used online and it reeked of cigarettes for months after I got it. I chose a screenshot of one of the characters out of it to paint on one of those horrible school industrial ceiling tiles in my 8th grade art class (sadly the photo of it is lost on an old dead phone, but it was really good, I mixed up all my own custom colors of paint and everything which was like. Impressive for 13 year old me :( ). I have and treasure the Hyrule Historia book. I had shitty ill-fitting graphic tees that said things like ‘Good things come to those who break clay pots’ (really funny to me now that I’m a ceramicist and could easily make pots for myself for the purpose of smashing if I were so inclined [I’m totally gonna]). I have massive Zelda tattoos on the insides of both forearms and I’m planning more so that I’ll hopefully end up with two Zelda half-sleeves. Like ZELDA IS MY THING. WHY I’m not writing more Zelda AU’s and playing around in my expanded sandbox of hyperfixations, I have no idea.

But anyway, I’ve started playing Ocarina of Time again, I have no idea how many times I’ve played it at this point within the last 19 years, and I’ve done it on every Nintendo console possible (except, ironically, the N64 as it was originally made for). So obviously I’m playing along and getting lost in the story because it’s a fuckin good story, as one does, and I was like ‘hey what if Wangxian tho’ and thus. Today’s junk drawer was born. Have I already started an outline of the fic plot points as well? Yes. Did I have to stop myself 800 words in and say that no I can’t just write out the entire plot tonight and no it can’t all go into this junk drawer post because I should actually just write the damn thing instead? Yeah. When will that happen? I don’t wanna think about it, so let’s just have fun talking characters and locations and their implications, shall we?

I’m going to post my notes completely unedited and let y’all see the whole ugly process, and I’m gonna put it below the cut because this is already long enough to scroll past but all I’ve done is gush about Zelda and in doing so further cement my well-established status as a huge fuckin nerd lol:

Jiangs/Lotus Pier as Kokiri Forest -- Deku Tree is Jiang Fengmian (Does this make Madam Yu the giant nasty spider inside????? ew)

- Wei Wuxian -- taken into LP/Kokiri Forest as a young child, young enough to fit in with the other children, but he'll soon be old enough for everyone to know that he isn't one of the lake/river children, he's from Elsewhere. - Jiang Cheng as Mido, small and angry and won't let anyone see JFM/YZY without really fucking good reason but also takes the leadership role in LP/Kokiri Forest once JFM/Deku Tree is dead - Jiang Yanli as Saria, gentle and sweet and fond of music and wandering through the woods that keep their lake hidden from the rest of the world. She'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood.

Cloud Recesses as Hyrule Castle, Lans are the Royal Family and Sheikah combined

- Lan Qiren as the king of Hyrule, though as the second brother he's supposed to be leading the Sheikah, not sitting on the throne - Lan Xichen (already in his 20's) as Impa. He'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood. Although he's supposed to be in line for the throne, someone has to be the leader of the Sheikah since LQR can't be, which leaves: - Lan Zhan as Princess Zelda -- plagued by dreams and visions of evil coming to take over the world, but no one takes him seriously because he's still so young. People also forget that in the line of succession he's supposed to be the one protecting the royal family as the next leader of the Sheikah, so it's actually his destiny to have these visions, not to be a politician. He sees in Wei Wuxian someone who's willing to break the rules and society's expectations to be the true hero he's been dreaming about. He'll take up the extremely active role of Wangji/Sheik as an adult, having learnt the Sheikah secrets under Lan Xichen's tutelage and taken up his rightful place as one of them since his escape from the palace as a child.

Kakariko Village -- inhabited by average people (akin to Caiyi town, close with the royal Lan family but not directly cultivators?)

Nies as Gorons in Death Mountain/Goron City/Nie Fortress

- Nie Mingjue as Darunia -- hot-tempered and built like the mountain, willing to swear brotherhood with the boy who came to save his people. He'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood. (NHS as the snot-nosed kid who hero-worships WWX in adulthood? lol)

Jins/Jinlintai as Zora's Domain -- The Zora are a proud people who live high above the rest of Hyrule at the top of their waterfall (tower). (Golden Carp Tower has a lot of water motifs and they decorate things in teal and gold like the zora do too)

- Jin Guangshan as King Zora - Jin Zixuan as Princess Ruto, eaten by their deity god (who is still a giant fuckin fish, I dunno what else he could be lol) and who thinks he has to be engaged to WWX after giving him the Sapphire (maybe because he was told from a young age he'd have to get engaged to one of the lake children anyway and just didn't know who/hint at unrealized Xuanli?) He'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood. - Jin Guangyao as (????? :( :( :( where will my boy go?? I need my boy for emotional support)

Wen Ruohan as Ganondorf -- a cruel king wreathed in shadow and flame....I mean it writes itself lol

- Baoshan Sanren as Rauru, the Sage of Light -- withdrew from the mortal world an unknowable amount of time ago to protect the Sacred Realm and has watched over WWX these last seven years as he slept. - Jiang Yanli as Saria, the Sage of Forest -- she awakens into her powers to protect her childhood friend/brother(s), though this will mean having to leave Jiang Cheng on his own in Lotus Pier - Nie Mingjue as Darunia, the Sage of Fire -- he awakens as a sage to honor the Brotherhood oath he swore with WWX in the past - Jin Zixuan as Princess Ruto, the Sage of Water -- he 'dumps' WWX because he has to do the more important work of stopping the apocalypse, try to contain your disappointment WWX, you can still be coworkers and save the world or whatever, if you even care. - Lan Xichen as Impa, the Sage of Shadow -- Lan Xichen must leave the mortal world behind to take up his mantle as the Sage of Shadow, leaving Lan Wangji to carry his worldly responsibilities instead (sort of half-retreating into seclusion like canon) - Wen Qing as Nabooru, the Sage of Spirit -- Wen Qing is the leader of the all-female band of Gerudo thieves who in no way endorse Wen Ruohan's domination of the world. When she leaves to take up her role as the Sage of Spirit, she leaves her cousin Wen Yun (my OC Madam Lan) to lead the Gerudo in her stead. (need to find a role for Wen Ning? Except zelda lore is that only one man is born to the Gerudo at a time every hundred years and he’s always their king. Maybe WN is meant to be the new one but WRH has reached immortality/won’t die and let him succeed him?)

Plot would follow Ocarina of Time fairly closely (Unlike my BOTW AU where I tried to make it...relatively more like canon??) because there's a very definite plot there, while BOTW is so much more fluid it was easier to adapt to something else.

#the untamed fanfic #wangxian #random idea junk drawer #so called because all these ideas rattle around in my head like pens and shit in a junk drawer #not because i think my ideas are junk #Ocarina of Time AU #no title for this baby yet but 'quqin of time' or 'dizi of time' just don't have the same flow ya know?#Oh also adult LWJ (in the role of Sheik) 100% uses his spiritual guqin to play music instead of Sheik's lapharp #and WWX uses chenqing instead of an ocarina #but chenqing isn't made of resentment she's just a spiritual tool

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marislittleworld · 1 year

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High School Crush ~ (Part 1)

Hot Wheels Acceleracers Vert Wheeler x fem! reader

POV: The reader knows Vert ever since high school, but she is very shy and Vert saw her a few times during their high school days, the reader was so in love and still is. Years later the reader is becoming a very good art designer and it's called to help the TEKU team with their new team logo, but she didn't know that Vert Wheeler was part of this team.

(Y/F/N) - Your Fake Name

(Y/N) - your name

(E/C) - Eye color

“Dear Diary, today I went to the art club to send my banner ideas when I suddenly saw Vert with his friend group-” You were reading your diary and laughing at your teen version from the past, you were so in love with that blonde surf boy. He was one of the coolest guys at the academy, but he had an arrogant personality.

Besides, it seems you haven't changed at all, you are still shy and still blush every time you remember that Californian boy. You have noticed that there are still some white pages left in your diary, maybe it is because you didn't have more time to write in a diary during your senior year.

You are doing an art college because you found out you have the biggest talent in illustrations, you have created your own art account on your social media, but you kept your identity anonymous. Your arts are being liked by people whom you have never met, in one of the notifications, 2 accounts liked your designs and followed you. The first is TEKU Official Account, and the second is Shirako Takamoto.

You went to see the accounts and you got really surprised, these accounts are famous, and both of them are music creators, you saw that this Shirako Takamoto guy is the DJ of the TEKU team. And the best thing is you receive his messages on your DM's:

Shirako- Yo! What's up. The name is Shirako Takamoto, I'm a DJ of a street racing team called The TEKU.

(Y/F/N)- Hello Shirako Takamoto, very pleased to meet you. I heard some music when I have seen your account, you make amazing kinds of music!

Shirako- why thank you so much. And your arts are amazing too! Speaking of which, the leader of my team is looking for a new design for our logo, and I've tried to look for some good designs and now I think I chose the perfect designer for that. Please, can you help us with our new logos? We promise that we'll pay you.

You just thought for a minute, a guy who followed you and then suddenly asked if you could help his street racing team with a new logo design. It might sound suspicious but you got not very good clients, some were scammers, some stole your work, and some only wanted inappropriate things. But some part of your mind said that this dude is trustworthy, so you said "yes, I can help you :)"

Shirako- Good! Can we meet in real life? Because we can work together and think about the logo designs.

(Y/F/N)- OK, but how can I know that you are not a serial killer? LOL

Shirako- LMAO don't worry, since we live in the same city, how about we meet on California Street?

(Y/F/N)- hmm... deal Both of you said your goodbyes and you turned off your phone, you are so excited and yet worried at the same time, you went to write in your diary.

"Dear diary, its been a time, yeah? But I'm going to finish you soon, anyway, I got commissioned again, but this client is different, this is the first client who asked me to meet him in real life. And the best part it's that he is from a very famous street racing team called TEKU, I've done some research of course, and it seems a very popular team and very trustworthy. I'm going to get dressed and meet this Shirako Takamoto guy at the California Street, hope I don't die today XD. Wish me luck."

You put your comfy and yet good-looking clothing, nothing too tight, a shy style I would say, but that doesn't matter, you picked up your phone, your sketchbook, and pencils. You prepared your backpack and left home. You went to California Street and started to wait for Shirako.

After some minutes of waiting, you finally see a white car, with yellow and blue details, with a TEKU logo on the car hood, and it was playing loud music. Really loud.

The car stopped in front of you, and its driver rolled down the window, revealing that it was Shirako Takamoto. Making you recognize him, Shirako called your name as you entered his car (yay Bassline).

He drove you both into a place where it is customized with the TEKU colors pallet, Shirako then opened the garage and parked there, but you saw other cool-designed cars inside. After this, he showed you the place outside the garage.

You heard voices and you noticed that it is coming from a living room, you and Shirako entered there, and you saw a woman with a blue outfit, a man using orange glasses laying down on the sofa, and a boy with long black hair with a yellow jacket and a T golden necklace. Those 3 were relaxing until Shirako cleared the throat.

"Guys, I want you to meet (Y/F/N) she will help us with our new logo design” exclaimed Shirako

The long-haired man looked at you with surprise and then shakes your hand happily, you could see a relieved smile on his face.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/F/N), I'm Nolo Pasaro, the leader of the TEKU team. Shirako showed to us all of your work" said Nolo smiling at you

You blushed a little, because Shirako showed to them your arts, you started to feel really shy right now.

"One of our members is late, but I guess we should get started then?” asked the woman wearing the blue outfit

“This is Karma Eiss, she is a little bit... Direct” said Nolo trying to make a good presentation between you and Karma

“Direct? Me? I’m not...” said Karma refusing to believe what she just heard from her leader

“That one on the couch is Kurt Wylde, he is one of the most trustful people that I ever met,” said Nolo saying good things about Kurt, but you kinda know him because he was a famous driver at Grand Prix but he was accused about cheating on a race. You just smiled at him and waved, and he just looked at you and said only “hi...”

“One of our members is late, we should wait for him and then we’ll start to work”

Nolo let you sit on the couch next to Kurt while you wait for the last member, you took the time to look around, and you saw so many photos, medals, and trophies. It's been an awkward silence until you hear someone opening the door.

“I’m here! SORRY, I’M LATE!!”

You went to see the person and you couldn't believe who is the person in front of you. It was Vert Wheeler, your crush ever since high school, he looked at you and smiled.

"hey I know you. Do we met before?" asked Vert trying to remember if he ever had met you

"huh? Oh yes yes! We have met before, highschool. We didn't had a talk actually" you responded him, and surprising yourself that you talked to him without stutter.

And he still look stunning after high school, the only difference is the goatee, you both looked at each other until Vert remembered

"OH YEAH! You were my neighbor, the girl who always loved to draw."

"O-Oh how did you know that I love to draw?"

"My dad met your parents, he told me that you are very smart, a very good artist and the most sweetest person" Vert smiled with his beautiful blue eyes, and your face started to get hot, really hot. Your cheeks started to blush, your heartbeat started to get faster. He knew about you, it's good to know that you weren't a ghost in his life.

“H-huh?! That's- I mean I n-never” Damn it, you are stuttering in front of him and his friends, you hide your face in your hands trying to pretend that you didn't blushed, but the TEKU team had noticed.

"I see that you two kinda know each other a long time" Nolo giggled a little bit and then he dragged you and the rest of the team to the garage again.

When you got there, Shirako was holding a lot of rolled papers and he put these on the desk nearby. He opened the papers and he showed a lot of drawings and designs for their logos.

“Here are some ideas that I got before commissioning you, I was thinking if we could the TEKU logo with a blue dragon or- OH how about the letters have a sound wave design,” Shirako said so excitedly because he wants to share this idea to another professional and you found it cute.

“I must say, these aren't bad ideas, but I think I got an idea. Instead of a dragon, how about some blue and orange flames? To make it simple and terrific” you said confidently, there is a short awkward silence and then was interrupted by Vert.

“Hmm, that isn't a bad idea, like we shouldn’t make our logo very specific and difficult to understand. And seriously, Shirako, I still don't understand the reason for a dragon being in our logo” said Vert chuckling

“Shush Vert. This is a chat between professionals” pouted Shirako, making everyone laugh

You and Shirako have been debating and making ideas for the logo for hours because Nolo says it needs to look cool. Meanwhile, Vert watches you two working (but he is hidden), and Nolo gives him a coffee.

“So you know her?” asked Nolo smiling at his friend

“Not as much as I remember, we just exchanged looks and hi’s and goodbyes. She was very shy, I always thought that pretty cute” answered Vert while blushing a little

After the World Race, Vert Wheeler, that teenager who commanded the Wave Rippers changed his personality a lot. He learned about thinking of others when he discovered Kadeem, his friend from the World Race, was racing for his people and it gave a reality shock to Vert.

So he started to be respectful to other people, acting so differently from his school days. Vert couldn't take his eyes off of her, she looks even more beautiful after years. You have changed a little bit about your looks, like your hairstyle and the colors of your type of clothing.

Not only Nolo has noticed that, but Karma and Kurt notices too. They shared a smirk between themselves and they decided to give Shirako and (Y/N) a break.

"Nolo is calling me, wanna come, (Y/F/N)?" asked Shirako

"no thank you, and you guys can call me (Y/N). It's my real name" you responded Shirako. He nods as you permit him and the rest of the TEKU to call you by your real name.

Shirako went to talk with Nolo outside of the room, and you sat down on the wooden chair next to the table you were working on your project. As you were folding the papers, someone entered the room, you hold the papers and look who entered the room... Vert.

"hey (Y/N). Can I talk to you?" asked Vert in a friendly and calm tone in his voice

You blushed when you saw him and let some papers fall from your hands and you started to stutter. "O-Oh yeah s-sure. We didn't t-talked when you arrived" you said while holding the stuttering feeling

"how's your life going? Your family moved to another place when we finished high school and... we rarely talked" asked Vert while helping you to collect the papers, when you both are about the pick the same and the last paper. You both touched hands accidentally, you felt his fingertips on the top of your hand, you looked at each other in the eyes, his damn blue piercing eyes looking straight at your (E/C) eyes.

You two stayed in a crouched pose looking at each other's eyes for some seconds until you wake up to reality and blushes harder, and surprisingly... Vert was blushing too, but it was a slight blush.

~CONTINUE~

(Author’s note: hey guys, Liane here, and hope you liked this Acceleracers x reader. This is part 1 of the longest works that I did and wrote for MONTHS. I’m in my Senior Year and I decided to write a self-insert with Vert because he IS one of my childhood crushes and he inspires me a lot. Also, Vert’s voice actor named Andrew Francis dubbed a character from an old Barbie movie who is EXACTLY like Vert. And that's it y’all! Hope you have a wonderful day and drink water, byee! OH, I ALMOST FORGOT, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAYCEE SQUARED!! ❤️)

#SoundCloud #fanfic #x reader #hot wheels #hot wheels acceleracers #hot wheels acceleracers x reader #hot wheels x reader #self insert #vert wheeler x reader #vert wheeler #hot wheels acceleracers headcanons #simping #fanfiction #writters on tumblr

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howdoyoufeelaboutmakingthesong · 2 years

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How Lauren Martin Sees Music

Visual Thinking with Lauren Martin

From painting to singing to illustration to textiles to keyboards, and on!

Today we will take a closer look at a *key* member of Frankie Cosmos, Lauren Martin. That's right, she started out designing our t-shirts, and ended up as a bandmate playing keyboards, singing harmonies, and even some 2nd guitar!

Lauren and I originally met in MIDDLE SCHOOL when Lauren formed a band with my brother! I inserted myself into their friendship as annoying little sisters tend to do, and eventually she and I started playing music together too. We had a band which performed one "show" in Eliza's backyard for 3 of our friends, but we were both very shy performers.

Lauren ended up pursuing textile design, and was the obvious choice when it came to designing and printing the first ever Frankie Cosmos merch. She screen printed everything by hand in my parents kitchen, and we laid all the shirts out to dry on the ground (as pictured above). She filled in for some shows sporadically while in college, and when she finished school in 2016, she officially joined the touring band as our keyboard player.

[Close It Quietly Album Art Time Lapse]

Lauren continues to design merch for FC, and has found her own audience for her illustrations and design work. She sells her own prints, apparel, and more on her website, and posts lots of fun drawings on her instagram.

Q & A with Lauren Martin

How did you first find yourself playing music and performing?

I never intended to perform but always found myself performing anyway - usually because I’d be playing music with other people and they would encourage me (/drag me along) for the live element. I have really bad stage fright, performance goes against my nature. But because I keep ending up doing it, it’s clearly something that’s important to me in some way…even though it feels in conflict with who I am.

My first instrument was flute in elementary school. But my first ever musical performance was a cello recital in middle school (to an audience of parents). After that I was in my high school’s all girl rock band. I played rhythm guitar. I remember we played One Way Or Another by Blondie. I was also in the school chorus, we would perform for elderly people at retirement homes. I performed a surprising amount considering how shy I was.

During the pandemic, your illustration work really took off. With visual art being full time for you now, and touring still on hold, does playing music feel different for you?

I think having one part of myself that was really important (being a visual artist) — having that dream fulfilled in a way, makes playing music feel better. It feels like I’m not missing out on one half of myself energetically. Finding an outlet that allows me to be more wholly myself, it makes me feel more creative as a musician than I did before. After years of having a very regimented relationship with visual art during and after art school, during the pandemic I’ve unlocked a new side of myself creatively, and established my own style as a visual artist, and a musician. Recently I’ve felt a lot more confident in sharing my musical ideas.

You're a huge part of the aesthetic of Frankie Cosmos as a grown-up band, and took FC from my janky AppleWorks 6 creations to the legitimate poster designs, cute merch, and album art we have now. Has music always encompassed a visual element for you?

I have always been inspired by album art, and intrigued by the branding that goes along with a band. Not to say that it informs anything about the music - but I do think there’s a visual element of a band that has always been intriguing to me on the same level as sneaker logos or car logos. I like simplicity and impactfulness in graphic design. And I think music and design overlap a lot. I would never claim to have synesthesia, but I do think if you asked me to paint a song I could do that. Not being a trained musician and not having the standard language to describe what I mean when it comes to music, allowed me to create my own visual language about music.

I’m realizing now, the bands that were really influential to me as a kid, like the first albums I bought, were Gorillaz, who were cartoon characters to me, and The White Stripes, who were also cartoon characters to me.

Before you got into textile design and graphics, you were mostly painting in a renaissance style, and at one point considered studying painting restoration. How did you find your various styles over the years and how have your artistic inclinations changed?

In a weird way, I would say my artistic inclinations haven’t changed that much, it’s more just the subject matter and the medium have changed a lot. I’ve always loved depicting reality as I see it. My portraits were never “accurate” to life, they were accurate to my imagination. And now, I’ll draw a still life of something I made up. I like creating my own reality. Growing up, I was really inspired by old paintings because I would go to The Met every weekend, and I loved seeing the Hans Holbein paintings and Giotto, because I just loved that it looked like a fucked up version of reality. It’s not photorealism, it looks like what you would close your eyes and picture a person to look like. I love the way art can look like a painting of the inside of an artist’s brain.

[Banana Split Poster]

Can you compare your experiences in analog and digital art?

I love both, but I tend to gravitate toward digital mediums. As a perfectionist, I love the idea of being able to do things over and over in order to get it exactly how I want. I used to work in oil paints but I would get really frustrated with myself when it wasn’t going right, because I felt I couldn’t start over. It would probably be good for me to try it again, because I don’t necessarily want to lean into my perfectionism forever. But it was really freeing for me to start working digitally, because I can do it an infinite number of times, I can get it exactly the way I see it in my head. Also, in terms of material used…when I was making physical art, I was surrounded by so many canvases and pieces of paper…I really like sparseness and neatness in my space, so having everything I’ve ever made in a pile doesn’t work for me.

What about your sewing and physical textile work? How does that compare to your other art forms?

Music and drawing feel in a way like luxuries, whereas sewing my clothes (and cooking) feel like practical ways to use my creativity. Those are more purely joyous outlets for me. My art is work, music is work, but sewing and knitting is truly just for myself. I don’t do it as much as I used to, but I always like to have a chunk of my wardrobe be handmade. I get to turn my brain off and just follow a pattern, do this repetitive motion.

What inspires you recently?

I’m inspired right now by exercising. My latest hobby is playing tennis. Growing up, sports were extremely important to me, I wanted to be a professional soccer player. At a certain point I felt like I had to choose between being creative or athletic. I’m recently getting excited about being physically strong again.

[Love Love Tennis Club T-Shirt]

[Stay Sunny Tie-Dye T-Shirt]

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