#⬅️ yes to all of this

[jessieren]

And another pic of the cast from earlier today

Looks like Roger has started working on Churchill in Moscow at the Orange Tree

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ HEY TWITTER! (AA23)

pairing: alex albon x f!reader

summary: alex spends the night of a concert dancing with a beautiful stranger, he remembers everything about her, from her outfit to what her favorite song was — well, except for her name.

genre: humour, fluff

authors note: dedicated to my fabulous 🪐 anon for the most incredible idea (and also just being the most beautiful human being)

*faceclaim for y/n: yasmin wijnaldum (but please imagine her as you see fit)

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meanwhile, texts between lily and y/n ੈ✩‧₊˚

lilymhe just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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lilymhe one of us had way too much to drink last night, you have one guess

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yourusername um idk this is really difficult

lilymhe it’s the sticker gem still on your face that is getting me

user wait…. is this her…

lilymhe is this WHO

user GUYS I THINK THIS MIGHT BE HER

user GOOD JOB INTERNET

user @/alex_albon CAN YOU CONFIRM OR DENY

alex_albon OH MY

user IM TAKING THAT AS A YES

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alex_albon started following yourusername ➡️

⬅️ yourusername followed alex_albon back

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yourusername challenge: which one of us had the most fun this past few days

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alex_albon well if you don’t say you then i fear i bought you dinner for no reason

user IT WAS HER!!! WE DID IT GUYS

user he found out who she was a few hours ago and he’s already on her instagram… maybe he has more power than we thought

lilymhe definitely not me i’ve been sat in a hotel room while you go meet boys

yourusername he bought doughnuts for us to share. omw to you with them now��

lilymhe i take it back @alex_albon you can stay

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alex_albon a story in 3 parts

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user idk what you did but i’m sure you deserved that middle finger

yourusername that food coma hit different

lilymhe you’re telling me i walked in to you both laying like vampires passed out

user the plot thickens

user heavily entertained by the idea of alex legitimately falling in love with a girl whilst drunk, hunting her down using the internet, and then going instagram official within 72 hours

user i don’t think they’re dating aha

user @/user ok well if he doesn’t want her then i do

user okay answer quickly are y’all dating

yourusername no one knows

alex_albon dating? what’s dating?

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williamsracing hit tweet, who’s this?

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user WILLIAMS I LOVE YOU

lilymhe can u ask him to order me more doughnuts pls

user so real, using best friend privileges

user he’s not a want but a need

yourusername oh i miss that face already☹️

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mclaren @/williamsracing heard you may be in need of our services…?

williamsracing we’re listening👀

mclaren plans are already in action🤝

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yourusername safe to say he learnt the meaning of the word dating

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user FINALLY

user alex albon most successful twitter user

lilymhe AND I DIDNT HEAR ABOUT THIS???

yourusername i tried to ring you but you didn’t pick up😔

lilymhe @/yourusername RING ME AGAIN WTF

alex_albon @/lilymhe she’s busy rn😁

lilymhe @/alex_albon GROSS

alex_albon @/lilymhe NOT LIKE THAT

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alex_albon got her number, remembered her name, kept her around for a year

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user wow who said romance was dead huh

user when we talk about having fanfic moments… that’s these two

user ok now bring her to the next race we miss seeing her in the paddock

landonorris and yet IM the one with no rizz

yourusername your girlfriend literally called you cute and you folded. shut up.

landosgf babe our relationship started because you hit me with your car ? that’s not rizz it’s stupidity

landonorris i regret ever introducing you two

yourusername i love you, or whatever🙄

mclaren @/williamsracing i’m not seeing a thank you?

williamsracing logan would have thanked us

alex_albon yes that’s right set him up next

logansargeant no thank yOU i can’t deal with the headache

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a/n: okay🤓 first post in a while. half written pre baby half written post. hopefully i’ve still got it LMAO. off to finish some written bits / write a new oscar imagine idea i had over the month

will i ever stop this mclaren matchmaking saga? i don’t think so

taglist: @iloveyou3000morgan @scopeiguess @gwginnyweasley @hetfieldd @sweetbabygirlsworld @wittywhispers @bingewatche @sebvettelsgirl @casperlikej @geniusalpaca @namgification @orangetreekid @

[waywardstation]

will you ever put anything for Kamado up on your shop? cant find anything for the old man anywhere lol 😭 if no, ive noticed that some people turn their art into acrylic stands, would you have any advice with that at all? :)

Hello!

Yes I plan to! He’s set to be in my second set of PLA keychains/stickers, along with Cyllene, Irida, Adaman, and Professor Laventon. I only have Irida and Adaman’s flats done however, the others are only sketched.

I also have a series that I am making of small, connecting keychains. There will be magnets in the hands, so that you can have them hold hands and make a train!

I also have Warden Ingo, Akari, and Rei done for this series. But I plan to draw other characters (and their pokemon), and Kamado is one of them ^^

And in general, here are some previews of other things I have planned that are past the sketching stage! The subway boss team pins and pokeshi doll wooden charms have many more sketched out, but I’ve been too unwell to draw them. I hope to finish them for January.

This Ingo and Akari asset is one of several old drawings I have wanted to reformat better for stickers, and maybe keychains, and sell all together a set. I also have to finish the others but haven’t been able to. But I want Uncle Ingo merch haha

AND as for turning your art into acrylic stands!! I recommend checking out Vograce, and their selection of standees ➡️here!!⬅️

Each standee’s page has a set of instructions to follow, and usually have downloadable templates for you to follow when creating merch. (If it doesn’t have a template, most likely you can just submit a flat drawing as is!)

I am certainly open to explaining more in-depth if you’d like, but besides recommending you draw art meant for physical merch in CYMK colors, and drawing in at least 1000x1000 pixels, vograce’s instructions and templates can be pretty straightforward :)

I just feel like I should mention, I’ve usually had overall good service with vograce, but there is always a risk, like with any company, that artwork doesn’t translate the best due to error, or products are damaged. If you show them any errors that were made to the product or anything that differs from any proofs they would send to you for approval, they should offer to replace it.

Thanks for the ask, anon!! ^^

[adoresia]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ CHAPTER 2 : BETTER PEOPLE THAN BEFORE

sia here! : Currently scheduled chapter two for the 11th it’s the 9th rn :3 gave myself a few days off see what I did there guys, now I don’t have to write chapter 3 for like 3 days I’m so smart. This one’s slightly longer but Yuji is finally starting to show a little bit more than platonic interest in reader (finally).

Word count : 2.7k

Taglist :

@fushiguruuzzzz @mystic-megumi @aldebrana @anotherwriternamedclara @tlissablr @2dmenfr @academiq @vmpky @lizbix

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The walk to school wasn’t any easier on the second day. Your bag felt heavier, the crowd of students swarming around the front gates was even more intimidating, and the ache of your old life still lingered. Maybe this was all a mistake. You tucked your head down, gripping the strap of your bag as you made your way inside. Even as you walked to your locker, you could feel the quiet buzz of other students’ laughter and chatter. You told yourself to ignore it. Eyes on the ground. No one’s looking at you.

That moment of focus shattered as you shut your locker and nearly jumped out of your skin. Yuji was standing right there, grinning like yesterday’s scare hadn’t been enough.

“Hi y/n!” he chirped brightly, hands shoved casually into his pockets. He was always so enthusiastic all the time and although it was a bit overwhelming at first maybe it was something you could get used to?

“Yeah okay this isn’t gonna work, you need to stop doing that,” you muttered, trying to steady your breathing.

“Oh my bad, did I scare you again?” He asked while scratching the back of his head with a nervous grin, stepping back a little as if giving you space.

“Yes but it’s okay, you can just come up to me normally next time I promise I won’t run away.” You teased, you didn’t realise you were making a joke with him as if the both of you were that close already.

“Stop… you think everyone just runs away from me?” He asked sarcastically.

“Yes, I do.” You mocked, something inside you wondering where you found the courage to match his energy. But it felt somewhat relieving even though Yuji wasn’t going to give up on leaving you alone maybe it was a good thing he persisted.

As you and Yuji continued to exchanged conversation, two more figures approached from down the hall. The girl who had tagged behind Yuji yesterday when he came and invited you over to his lunch table. Her demeanour seemed to shift as she noticed you talking to Yuji at your locked.

She sped up her pace and smirked while folding her arms and raised an eyebrow at Yuji. The boy beside her, with silver hair and an unreadable expression, trailed casually behind. Like he was high on something. He probably was.

“Yuji,” the girl said, her tone sharp and laced with mockery as she folded her arms. “I thought you said you’d stop harassing her.”

Yuji whipped around to face her, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and embarrassment. “She was actually talking to me, thank you very much. Then you had to come and ruin the whole thing.”

“Oh, yeah, sure I did,” she replied, her smirk only widening as she tilted her head in faux innocence.

“You kinda did,” Toge chimed in nonchalantly, the corners of his lips quirking up in amusement.

Nobara turned on him instantly, her eyes narrowing as she jabbed a finger in his direction. “Shut up. Nobody asked for your input.”

Toge sighed not interested in entertaining what she had to say right now with a shrug, completely unfazed.

You stood there awkwardly, the interaction unfolding before you like a chaotic sitcom. Despite the sharp exchanges, there was an undeniable warmth to their banter that made it hard to feel truly uneasy. Still, you couldn’t help but glance at the nearest exit, just in case. You bit your lip, trying to stifle a laugh, but a small one slipped through anyway. Yuji’s horrified expression only made it harder to hold back.

Nobara—at least, that’s what Yuji had called her yesterday—focused her sharp gaze on you. Her smirk softened, and she extended a hand as though sealing some unspoken deal. “Anyway, hi. I’m Nobara. And this is Toge. He’s unusually nonchalant today, but don’t let that fool you.”

Toge gave a lazy salute with two fingers. “What are you talking about I’m just cool like that?” He shrugged again.

“Stop shrugging you look like you’re about to fly away with your shoulders as propellers.” Nobara teased, which made you giggle little.

“Hi,” you replied, the corners of your mouth lifting despite yourself. There was something vaguely familiar about Toge, but you couldn’t quite place it.

“See? You’re already fitting in!” Yuji exclaimed, beaming like he’d solved world hunger.

And just like that, the tenuous comfort you’d felt vanished.

“You ruined it,” Toge announced, his deadpan delivery drawing a snort from Nobara.

“Toge, don’t be weird,” she scolded, though it was more amused than serious.

He ignored her entirely, looking at you instead. “Y/N, do you play any games?”

“Don’t answer that,” Nobara cut in immediately, holding up a hand to silence you. “He just wants to recruit you for whatever weird RPG he’s obsessed with this week.”

“It’s not weird,” Toge argued, raising an eyebrow. “You’re just terrible at it.”

As they bickered, you glanced at Yuji, who gave you an apologetic smile. “It’s always like this, in case you’re wondering.”

Nobara rolled her eyes and turned back to you, looping an arm through yours before you could think of a response. “Come on. You’re in Graphic design, right? We’re in the same class. Let’s go before we’re late.”

“Uh—okay,” you stammered, taken aback by her assertiveness but too nervous to protest.

As she dragged you away, Yuji called after her. “Don’t scare her off!”

“No promises!” Nobara shot back, laughing.

The walk to class was a mix of awkward silences and Nobara’s surprisingly warm chatter. “So,” she said as you both settled into your seats, “what made you pick Graphic design?”

You hesitated, fiddling with the strap of your bag. “Felt like the perfect mix of art and practicality, you know? Plus, I’d rather design logos than write essays.”

Nobara nodded thoughtfully. “Makes sense. Art you can actually use? Way better than just staring at a blank canvas wondering what it all means.”

“Exactly,” you said, your voice soft but genuine.

“And,” she added with a sly grin, “it’s the perfect excuse to judge bad logos and pretend you’re better than multi-million-dollar companies. Trust me, it’s therapeutic.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, and for a brief moment, the weight in your chest eased. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.

By lunchtime, you were hoping for slightly hoping for a break, but Nobara had other plans. Although you were conflicted because nobara was actually nice to hang around.

“You’re sitting with us,” she announced, grabbing your arm before you could disappear into the crowd.

“I really don’t—”

“Nope,” she interrupted. “Non-negotiable. Let’s go.”

You sighed in defeat closing your locker before she practically dragged you to the lunch hall, a part of you kind of glad that she was this insistent. You followed her to a table where Yuji, Toge, and another boy with dark hair and a bored expression sat. You had remembered catching a glimpse of him before but also caught that there were two people missing. A girl with green hair and… a panda? Were you going mad?

“Look who finally decided to join us guys!” Nobara declared, pushing you toward the empty seat beside Yuji.

He smiled up at you. “Hey! You actually decided to sit with us today!”

You sat down hesitantly, your hands gripping the edge of the table. “Well if decided means being dragged here by nobara then I guess you could say that.”

“You’re in graphic design and you’re stuck with Kugisaki?” Toge asked, leaning forward with a curious glint in his eye. “Damn that’s crazy. I swear they offer counseling for that?”

“And the crowd… just did not laugh.” Nobara shot back, rolling her eyes. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just bitter because he couldn’t pass Intro to Photoshop.”

Toge shrugged, unbothered. “Photoshop is like math, it’s evil.”

“Didn’t you once Photoshop a fake Fortnite victory screen and post it on your story so no one would know you lost to Panda?” Megumi muttered, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the conversation.

The table erupted in laughter, with Toge groaning loudly. “Actually that’s just called strategic branding,” he defended, pointing a finger at Megumi. “And second, I didn’t lose. I got second place.”

“Against Panda,” Megumi deadpanned, unfazed.

“Shut up,” Toge shot back, leaning back in his chair with mock indignation.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at their antics. “To be fair, photoshop is pretty evil,” you said, earning a quick grin from Toge.

“See? She gets it,” he said, pointing at you. “You guys are just fake and haters.”

Nobara groaned dramatically. “Great, now you’ve boosted his ego. Thanks for that.”

Lunch had finally come to an end, and the usual chatter in the cafeteria began to die down as students started gathering their things and heading to their next classes. Yuji and you stood up from the table, making your way toward the exit together.

As you both walked through the crowded cafeteria, Yuji nudged you playfully with his elbow, breaking the comfortable silence between you. “You survived lunch today, how do you feel?” he joked, his usual grin making his words feel lighter than they were.

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “You’re not wrong,” you replied dryly, glancing at him. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.”

Yuji gave a thumbs-up, looking way too proud of himself for keeping the situation low-key. “See? I told you, you’d fit in fine.”

The two of you continued walking, weaving through the halls toward your next classes. His infectious energy, always in overdrive, was a bit overwhelming at times, but you couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, things were starting to feel a little more normal.

Then, as you reached the door to the next hallway, Yuji glanced at you, his grin softening just slightly as he asked, “So, I’ve actually been meaning to ask, what brought you here?” His voice was casual, but you could hear the underlying curiosity in his tone.

The question seemed simple enough, but it immediately made your stomach tighten. You glanced down at your hands, suddenly unsure where to look. “It’s… kinda complicated,” you said quietly, hoping he wouldn’t press further.

Yuji tilted his head, his brows furrowing slightly in curiosity. “Complicated, like you don’t want to talk about it?” His tone was light, but there was genuine interest behind it.

“Pretty much,” you muttered, your chest already tightening with the familiar weight of overthinking. What did he mean by that? Did he notice something was off about you? Were you being too standoffish?

Yuji noticed the subtle shift in your tone, the way your shoulders seemed to tense and your replies became clipped. The energy of the conversation had changed, and it hit him suddenly that he might’ve pushed too far.

His enthusiasm faltered as he replayed the moment in his head. Did I ask too much? Was it too soon? He shifted uncomfortably, overthinking every word he’d just said. Yuji had never been great at knowing when to pull back—his eagerness often got the better of him—but now he was worried that he’d made things worse.

When he spoke again, his tone was gentler, his voice quieter. “Why not?”

You hesitated, your gaze still fixed downward. The look on his face wasn’t pushy—it was patient, as if he was giving you space to decide if you trusted him enough to let him in. The warmth in his voice made your guard falter for just a moment, but the thought of revisiting everything you’d left behind was too much. You shook your head slightly, offering a forced smile.

“It’s just… not something I want to get into,” you said, keeping your voice steady even as your thoughts spiraled.

Yuji noticed how quickly you retreated again, and it made him feel even more unsure of himself. He’d always been good at making people feel at ease, but with you, it felt like walking on eggshells. He wanted to help, to understand, but he worried that his curiosity might only make things harder for you.

He opened his mouth, as if to respond, but then hesitated, second-guessing himself. Instead, he nodded, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. “Fair enough,” he said, his usual energy dimmed but still present. “But, you know, if you ever feel like talking about it… I’m here.”

His words lingered in the air, more sincere than you expected, and for a moment, you felt something close to relief. You nodded, unable to muster more than a quiet, “Thank you Yuji.”

He smiled faintly, but the moment weighed on him more than he let on. As you excused yourself and walked away he stood there for a beat longer, replaying the conversation in his head. Maybe I should’ve just left it alone, he thought, running a hand through his hair. But something tells me she’s not as fine as she wants everyone to think.

Yuji stood still in the hallway, watching you walk away, his mind swirling with uncertainty. Should he have said more? Should he have chased after you? The quiet tug in his chest made him want to do something, anything to make you feel more comfortable. But he wasn’t sure if he was just making things worse by continuing to press. He sighed, unsure of what the right move was, and as he stood there lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice Yuta quietly walking up behind him.

Yuta had been heading in the same direction and had caught the tail end of the conversation. He’d been watching Yuji for a while now, noticing the way his friend’s usual confident demeanor seemed to slip when it came to you. He wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but he had a feeling there was more to it than Yuji was letting on.

“Hi Yuji!” Yuta called out softly, breaking Yuji from his thoughts. He could tell something was off by the look on his face. “Did something happen with Y/N?”

Yuji startled a little, not realizing Yuta had been standing there, his eyes wide for a split second before he relaxed. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to play it cool. “Oh, uh… nothing, really. Just… I don’t know. I tried to talk to her, but she kinda shut down. It’s like she didn’t want to talk to me anymore.”

Yuta tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes with a slight, knowing look. “You really care about her that much? I see…”

Yuji paused, a little taken aback by the question. “No not like that! I mean… I just wanna make sure she’s okay, you know? She’s new here, and she… just seems like she’s been through a lot. I don’t know if I should keep pushing or just leave it alone.”

Yuta kept his face neutral, though internally, a small suspicion was starting to bubble up. He had a good sense for these kinds of things, and something in Yuji’s voice made him think maybe this wasn’t just about being a nice guy. There was something more there, something Yuji wasn’t quite able to process himself.

“Well, maybe give her some space,” Yuta suggested casually, trying to sound unbothered. “It’s easy to get caught up in trying to help someone, but sometimes the best thing you can do is just let them come to you when they’re ready.”

Yuji nodded thoughtfully, but there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes. “Yeah, maybe… but I just feel like she’s… shutting me out. I don’t want her to think I’m… I don’t know… bothering her.”

Yuta gave him a soft smile, though his mind was still turning over what he’d just heard. “You’re overthinking it. Just take it easy, okay? She’ll come around.”

Yuji smiled, grateful for the reassurance but still feeling that unease gnawing at him. “Thanks, man,” he said, watching Yuta walk ahead to his class.

Yuta paused before leaving, a thoughtful look lingering on his face. As much as he didn’t want to make things awkward for Yuji, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Yuji’s concern for you went deeper than just simple friendship. But, for now, he didn’t push it. He had a feeling Yuji was going to figure it out himself soon enough.

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[sscarletvenus]

don't even go there but literally what the actual fuck.😐😕

one thing about ptj's writing that always leaves a bad taste in my mouth is sometimes i feel he doesn't completely grasp the issues of abuse and sexual trauma, mostly and majorly for the female characters, but the male characters too.

take for example mira getting sexually assaulted by the cult leader and camp instructor, zoe's transaction with logan, club vivi, vin'mom being raped by the shaman, sujin being abused and preyed upon and sexually assaulted before getting beaten to death... ALL of this feels so catatonic, almost unnecessary in its cruelty. this is a horrible world no doubt. but whatever he inflicts to his female characters seems to be done purely for the sake of shock value, almost like an indelible grief or hurt or helplessness a MALE character has to overcome in his path to nirvana. it is never shown what the woman feels about her own violation, no impact of it can be seen on her own life before she dies or simply forgets and moves on (kinda telling of the author's attotide towards how victims ought to react...).

then lets talk about the male victims. daniel gets stalked, goo and gun and eli were all minors who trained under a man who unironically touches people's genitals and brags about doing so, olly gets raped, eli gets groomed (i will not argue here about this one), sinu is shown naked often with the woman who brainwashed him. not mentioned in the comic but should be pondered upon is the fact that jake and jiho were in juvenile prison, a place with alarmingly high rates of sex crimes. dg is an idol who deals with invasive fans (sasaengs in real life are legitimately terrifying). seongji and vin were the ritual vessels for a cult. but this aspect of their trauma gets completely brushed under the rug, as if even alluding to it would take away from their strength and uhhh, masculine nature.

much to be thought about his treatment of his own characters...

[rachdalysworld]

Content note: This story includes themes of anxiety, emotional vulnerability, comfort-seeking behaviors, nurturing relationship dynamic, public anxiety and fear of exposure,fear of judgment, emotional breakdowns, and reassurance from friends.

The overall tone is comforting and supportive, focused on emotional healing, trust, and safe spaces for vulnerability.

Warning: Anxiety, public exposure anxiety, emotional vulnerability, self-doubt.

HAVEN’T READ IT AFTER WRITING IT SO EXCUSE THE MISTAKES AND PLEASE TELL ME IF IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE LOL.

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“Part 4- Unexpected support”

Leah had led Y/N there, her hand warm and steady in Y/N’s. “This okay, love?” she murmured, her voice low and soft, a comforting anchor amidst the noise. Y/N nodded, her cheeks tinged with a soft pink as she looked around at the dimly lit corner they’d found. It was far enough away from the main crowd, yet close enough to catch glimpses of the game through the shadows.

“Yeah, this is perfect,” Y/N whispered, her voice a little unsteady.

Leah’s hand squeezed hers. “Good. Just me and you, love. Safe and quiet.”

Y/N’s heart was still racing from the anxiety of the game. The crowd, the noise, the constant movement—it had all been overwhelming. And now, here in this little corner, with Leah’s arms around her, Y/N felt a sense of relief wash over her. She didn’t have to pretend here; she didn’t have to hide her anxieties. Leah just seemed to understand.

But then the anxiety returned in a rush, and Y/N’s breath hitched. “I… I can’t… Leah… I don’t want anyone to see…”

Leah’s grip on her tightened. “Shh, love. It’s just us here. No one else. You’re safe, okay?”

Y/N shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. “But… what if someone comes in?”

Leah’s voice was soft, reassuring. “Then we’ll deal with it, love. But you don’t have to worry about that right now. Just be with me. Okay?”

Y/N nodded, her throat tight with the effort to hold back the tears. “Okay.”

Leah’s hand brushed her cheek, her thumb gently stroking away a tear that had slipped free. “I’m not going anywhere, love. I’m right here.”

Y/N’s breath hitched again, her anxiety clawing at her chest. “I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

Leah’s eyes were steady, unwavering. “Nothing’s wrong with you, love. You’re just… you. And that’s perfect.”

The words seemed to loosen something inside Y/N, and she took a deep, shaky breath. “I… I don’t know if I can do this.”

Leah’s smile was soft, her touch gentle. “You can, love. I believe in you.”

Y/N’s chest tightened. “But what if someone sees…?”

Leah’s voice was calm, steady. “Then they see. And it’s okay, love. It’s just me and you. And if anyone else happens to see, then… well, they don’t have to understand. But you do.”

Y/N’s heart was pounding, the anxiety thick in her veins. “I don’t want anyone to know…”

Leah’s grip on her tightened. “Shh, love. It’s okay. You’re safe with me. Just… just let go.”

And then, without thinking, Leah lifted her shirt and pulled down her bra, exposing her chest to Y/N. “See, love?” she murmured, her voice soothing. “It’s just us. You’re safe here. Just… just latch on.”

Y/N’s breath caught, her eyes wide. “I… I can’t…”

Leah’s eyes were gentle, understanding. “Yes, you can, love. I’m right here. Just… just let yourself feel safe. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N’s chest was tight, the anxiety choking her. “But… but what if someone comes in…?”

Leah’s smile was soft, reassuring. “Then we deal with it together. Okay?”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her whole body tense. “I… I don’t know if I can…”

But Leah’s touch was gentle, her voice soothing. “You can, love. I’m right here with you. Just let go. I’ve got you.”

And then, with a soft, trembling sigh, Y/N finally let herself lean into Leah’s chest, her head resting there as her lips sought the familiar warmth of Leah’s skin. Leah’s arms were around her, holding her close, grounding her in the moment.

“That’s it, love,” Leah murmured, her voice a soothing whisper. “You’re safe. Just… just let it out.”

Y/N’s tears fell silently, her body shaking with the effort to let go of the anxiety. Leah’s hands were gentle on her back, her touch a calming presence. “You’re okay, love. I’ve got you.”

And then, just as Y/N was starting to feel a little calmer, the door to the little corner creaked open, and a figure appeared in the dim light. Y/N’s heart leapt into her throat, her panic bubbling up again. “Oh no… Leah, someone’s here…”

Leah’s grip tightened. “Shh, love. It’s okay. Just hold on.”

But Y/N’s panic was overwhelming, her chest tight with the fear of being seen. “I… I can’t…”

Leah’s voice was calm, steady. “Yes, you can, love. Just… just let go. I’ve got you.”

The figure in the doorway gasped, their eyes wide with surprise. “Oh my God… I… I didn’t realize…”

Y/N’s heart raced, her panic spiking. “No… no, please… I… I need to go…”

But Leah’s grip was unyielding, her voice fierce. “No. You’re staying right here with me, love. You’re safe.”

The figure in the doorway—Alessia—looked between the two of them, her shock evident. “Leah… I… I didn’t know…”

Y/N’s face burned, her whole body tense with the effort to hide. “I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for anyone to see…”

Leah’s voice was steady, unwavering. “It’s okay, Alessia. Y/N’s going through something. And I’m here to help her.”

Alessia’s eyes were wide, her voice filled with concern. “But… but I didn’t… I mean… I didn’t mean to…”

Leah’s smile was soft, her touch reassuring. “It’s okay, Alessia. Y/N needs me right now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N’s tears were falling freely now, her panic overwhelming. “I… I don’t want anyone to know…”

Leah’s voice was fierce, her grip unwavering. “Shh, love. You’re not a burden. You’re perfect just the way you are. Never think otherwise.”

Alessia’s voice was a quiet comfort from the doorway. “Y/N, it’s okay. I won’t say anything. Your secret is safe with me.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her body still shaking. “I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

Leah’s touch was gentle, her voice soothing. “Nothing’s wrong, love. You’re just you. And that’s perfect.”

Alessia’s smile was understanding. “You’re not weird, Y/N. We all have our moments. You’re not alone.”

Leah kissed the top of Y/N’s head, her voice a soft whisper. “You’re safe, love. Always.”

And with Alessia quietly slipping away, leaving them alone again, Y/N felt a new kind of peace settle over her. Leah’s love surrounded her, a gentle, unwavering presence that made everything feel a little bit brighter.

“You’re safe now, love,” Leah whispered. “Always.”

And as Alessia quietly slipped away, leaving them alone again, Y/N felt a small but profound sense of peace settle over her. A sense of acceptance, of understanding, that this was just who she was, and that Leah and Alessia were there to help her through it. And with Leah’s arms around her, Y/N finally felt okay.

The world might not always understand her, but Leah and Alessia did. And that was enough.

A/N: GUYS! I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE! i’ve been so sick i couldn’t even move the first dayssss. but here it is now that i feel better. i hope you enjoy it. if y’all have any ideas for more parts feel free to request! Anyways. BIG LOVE, THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE💖

[servantserah]

✨ A guide to my Good Omens comics, fics and AUs ✨

Finally a new, reworked version! I've tried to compile this list with all my comics, AUs, fanfictions etc with links and tags to help everyone navigate them better! Please let me know if there are any questions or you'd like me to add/change something!

👇👇 Click "read more" to get to the full list! 👇👇

Please note that this list only includes AUs and works that consist of several parts/are a series; one shot comics are not listed here.

All of these works can also be found on my instagram, some of them on Twitter/X under the same tags.

🌱 Myosotis 🌱

Main comic (completed):

Myosotis is a flower, also known as ‘Forget-me-not’. It symbolizes faithful love and memories. According to a German legend, God forgot naming this flower and said “I forgot you once, I shall never forget you again.” This comic takes place one year after the events of Good Omens season 1. Crowley and Aziraphale have lost all their memories about each other. They meet again, thinking the other is human and feeling drawn towards each other, they soon develop a strong connection.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #myosotisAU

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Myosotis: Falter (completed):

This mini comic takes place 3 years after the conclusion of the Myosotis comic. Crowley and Aziraphale spend a rainy night at home when they get an unexpected visitor.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #myosotis falter

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So, you stopped Armageddon! ...Now what? (completed)

This fanfiction takes place after the final scene of season 1. Crowley and Aziraphale celebrate their newfound freedom and Crowley wonders if and how things between him and the angel were going to change. And what should they do now that they’ve retired? So many doors have opened before them all at once, it’s a little overwhelming.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #SYSA! ...NW?

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Crêpes (onging)

This comic takes place after the events of Good Omens season 2 and shows how Crowley deals with Aziraphale leaving.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #Good Omens crepes

⚜️ GoodGardenerAU (ggAU for short) ⚜️

In this AU Warlock actually is the Antichrist and his demonic Nanny Lilith 'Ash' Ashtoreth has been tasked to take care of him and ensure he brings upon Armageddon. What happens when the Antichrist's nanny is actually a terrible demon who doesn't want Armageddon to happen, who forms deep friendships with the other humans at the ambassador's estate and, worst of all, falls in love with the human gardener? This AU isn't one consistent long comic, but a collection of several shorter comics, fanfictions and artworks. They are listed chronologically below.

Tag: #GoodGardenerAU

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Lilium (completed):

This comic tells the story of how Ash became Warlock's nanny.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #ggAULilium

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Three Months (ongoing):

This fanfiction takes places immediately after the events of Lilium and is a glimpse into Ash's first three months living at the Dowling estate. It showcases their mental struggles and how they eventually let down their walls to befriend some of their new colleagues (among them the estate's gardener) and start their process of healing from millennia of trauma.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #ggAU three months

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Why It Doesn't Snow (completed)

A mini comic where Ash and Francis uncover the mystery of why it has stopped snowing in the area ever since Warlock’s birth.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #ggAUsnow

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Ineffable Uncles (completed)

This comic is part of the Good Omens/ggAU Multiverse. Aziraphale and Crowley offer to watch over their AU niece Eden (Francis and Ash's daughter) for a weekened. What could go wrong?

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #ggAUineffableUncles

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ggAU Skyrim AU

An AU of my AU? Yes, sue me. This is a The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim AU for my GoodGardenerAU. It takes place in the world and rough timeline of the game. Ash is a Dunmer working at Braidwood Inn in Kynesgrove who seems to live a second, secret life in the shadows. Francis is a Nord working at Hollyfrost farm outside of Windhelm. Warlock is the Nord son of two busy trades people at Windhelm. Ash has been babysitting him since he was young. He is a normal boy who just so happens to have a special soul residing within him.

Tags: #ggAUSkyrim

These are AUs that exist but I sadly don't draw very often.

📚 Untitled Ineffable Wives AU 📚

This AU is still in progress! Aziraphale is a human working at her family's bookstore, while Crowley is a naga stranded in the human world. I won't give more details until I have it all more refined. They're very much lesbians in this.

Tag: #untitled wives au

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🧙🏼‍♂️ Ineffable Hobbit AU 🧙🏼‍♂️

An AU that takes place in Tolkien's Middle Earth, set primarily during the events of The Hobbit movies. Aziraphale Bilbo Baggins lives a quiet but peaceful life in The Shire until a wizard and thirteen dwarves drag him into an adventure to reclaim the dwarven mountain kingdom of Erebor from the terrible dragon Smaugley…. Only that Smaugley doesn’t seem all that terrible.

Tag: #IneffableHobbitAU

[thelambliesdown1974]

Okay but like walking across 🚶‍♂️ the sitting room 🐒🪑 I turn the television 📺 on 🔛 sitting beside you I look into your eyes 👁️ as the sound 🎼 of motor cars 🚗 fade in the night time 🌝 I swear I saw your face change 😲 it didn’t seem quite right 🤔 and it’s hello babe! 👋 with your guardian eyes so blue 👀 hey my baby 👶🏼 dont you know our love ❤️ is true 🫂 coming closer 👬 with our eyes 👁️ a distance falls around our bodies ⬅️➡️ out in the garden 🪴 the moon 🌙 seems very bright 💡 six 6️⃣ saintly shrouded men ✝️ move across the lawn 🏡 slowly the seventh walks in front 🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️ with a torch 🔦 held high in hand 🤚 and it’s hey babe! 👋👶🏼 your suppers waiting for you 🍝 hey my baby! 👋👶🏼 don’t you know our love ❤️ is true 🫂 I’ve been so far from here 🌄 far from your loving arms 😘 it’s good to feel you again 🥰 it’s been a long long time ⏳⌛️… hasn’t it🤔…………………… I know 🤓 a farmer 👨‍🌾 who looks after a farm 🌾 with water clear 💧 he cares for all his harvest 🥕 I know 🤓 a fireman 👨‍🚒 who looks after the fire 🔥… cant you see he’s fooled you all 😈 yes it’s him again 🤯 can you see he’s fooled you all 😢 share his peace ☮️ sign the lease 📑 he’s a super sonic scientist 👨🏻‍🔬 he’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man 🙏 look! 👀 look into my mouth 👄 he cries 🗣️ and all the children 👧🏼 passed down many paths 🛤️ I bet my life you’ll walk inside 🚶‍♂️ hand in hand 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 gland in gland 😵‍💫 with a spoonful 🥄 of miracle 🕊️ it’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary 🙏 (we will rock you 🪨 rock you 🪨 little snake 🐍 we will keep you snug ☺️ and warm 😊…………………… wearing feelings 😁 on our faces 💁‍♂️ while our faces took a rest 😴🛌 we walked across the fields 🌾 to see the children 👦🏼 of the west 🧭 but there was a host of dark skinned warriors 🤺 standing still below the ground 👇🏻 🌎 waiting for battle! ⚔️ fights begun they’ve been released 😡 killing for for peace ☮️ bang bang bang! 💥 bang bang bang! 💥 and they’ve given me a wonderful potion 🧪 but I cannot contain my emotion 😭 and even though I’m feeling good 😌 👍 something tells me 🧐 I better activate my prayer 🙏 capsule 💊 todays the day 📆 to celebrate 🎉 the for have met their fate 🪦 the order for rejoicing 🥳 and dancing 🕺 has come from our warlord 🤴…………………… wandering through the chaos 🥾 the battle has left ⚔️ we climb up the mountain of human flesh 🗻 to a plateau of green grass 🏞️ and green trees 🌳 full of life 🕊️ a young figure 👦 sits still by a pool 🌊 he’s been stamped human bacon 🥓 by some butchery tool 🔪 he is you 🫵 social security 🧑‍⚖️ took care of this lad we watch 👀 in reverence as narcissus 😌 is turned to a flower 🌸 a flower? 🌸 …………………… if you go down ⬇️ to willow farm 🌳 to look for butterflies 🦋 flutterbyes gutter flies 🪰 open your eyes 👁️ it’s full of surprise 😲 eye one lies like a fox 🦊 on the rock 🪨 in the musical box 🎶📦 there’s mum and dad 👨‍👧👩‍👧 and good and bad 😇😈 and everyone happy to be here 😋 there’s Winston Churchill dressed in drag 👠 he used to be a British flag 🇬🇧 plastic bag 🛍️ what a drag 🙄 the frog was a prince 🫅 the prince was a brick 🧱 the brick was an egg 🍳 the egg was a bird 🦅 have you heard 👂 yes! We’re happy as fish 🐟 and gorgeous and geese 🦢 and wonderful clean in the morning 🧼 we’ve got everything 🤑 we’re growing everything 🌱 we’ve got some in ⬅️ we’ve got some out ➡️ we’ve got some wild things 👹 floating about 🕴️everyone 👦👩🧑 we’re changing everyone 😧 you name them all we’ve had them here 👈 and the real stars are still to appear! ⭐️🤩 feel your body melt 🫠 mum 👩 to mud 🪱 to mad 😡 to dad 👨🏻 dad diddly office ✏️ dad diddly office ✏️ you’re all full of ball 🏀 dad 👨🏻 to dam 🦫 to dumb 😛 to mum 👩 mom diddly washing 🧽 mom diddly washing 🧽 you’re all full of ball 🏀 let me hear you lies 👂 we’re living this up 🆙 to the eyes 👀 mama I want you now! 😩

[wild-wombytch]

Ok, I was only about to leave tag but this actually makes me furious. Sorry, it's gonna be messy, but I'm fuming, I need to vent : First of all, this is exhibitionism and sexual violence against a child.

Secondly this man should have a court order banning him from approaching or adopting children forever. Because what in the holy fuck?

Thirdly WHO THE FUCK these utter imbeciles think will suffer from all of this woke misogyny and child abuse? WHO THE FUCK is going to be called a pervert and beaten down in the streets for being gnc? For going to our own toilets when kids are there? These bourgeois glittery Parisian men in their wealthy Parisian houses and calling each other cunty bitches for laughs while drinking 34€ bubble teas au Marais?

No, no, it's going to be my friends. Me. Everyone who isn't as privileged as they are. That's what the trans cult has done. Call me an evil TERF all you want, but I haven't given food for homophobia and gnc hate like these people have.

Y'all gendie still think that's subversive and cool? You bunch of morons. You falsely accuse "terves" of being alt right, but nothing recruit more people to the alt-right and fascism than shits like that, because sane people actually want to protect kids and don't want balls shoved to their faces on TV in something related to sports. Y'all are going to get us killed after the next presidential election. Killed. Like, legit, we had 3 homophobic attacks hurled at us since the month of May this year already with my friend. He's not even gnc. Just a bi dude sometimes wearing colorful shirts and jewels. I'm not talking about ambiguous words and confusion that could be read as maybe homophobia. I'm talking about being alone in a 1v4 ratio with people calling us the French equivalent dyke and fag and trannies and perverts. Of teens barking at us and calling us fags. Of homophobic white supremacists (literally having said "white man, proud man" among a gazillion of more disturbing shits.) forcibly intruding in our tent, shaking it, dismantling it and yelling threats while we were in (calling my mom a hag and a cunt as well), utterly sleep deprived by their relentless assaults and the stress. The kind of attacks where you are totally powerless because there's like. twenty of these people, and if you break their teeth, they'll break your skull on the asphalt, near your loved ones. If you report them you're a woke crybaby and nobody will do anything, because they silently support the ideas of these raging hateful people. If you go to LGBTQalphabet associations, they'll help homophobes bash my skull open for not liking dicks. The right wants us in jail for being gay and the left wants to jail us with male rapists. We're abandoned by everyone.

I doubt any of the gendie cretins have ever felt the shame of clenching your teeth and just have to walk quickly because there's no way in hell you can punch your way through this one.

I faced classic homophobia a lot. Reaching its peak when I got bashed and called a dyke and bullied at school when I was 10-something. But even then I didn't feel the sheer terror I felt during the recent homophobic attacks. And such things didn't happen that often before. It was maybe once a year and it was really minor. After each of these events, I have lacked sleep and felt restless for day. Especially the one in the tent, I was on constant vigilance and didn't even pay attention to the actual event we were there for, only looking around constantly to find the orange bob of one of the homophobes of the group, focusing on the every movement of the group and what they were about to do.

The same people, who shook our tent asked me if I was a lad or a lass and how I fucked because I'm a woman with short hair, and thanks to the trans cult, it's now apparently equal to be an unthinkable anomaly in the blessed year of 2024, because if you're a guy with long hair or a gal with short hair, you're now an egg that needs intrusive surgery to avoid a being victim of an utterly made-up genocide.

Some people came to reason with the homophobic white supremacists at some point, in an attempt to politely have them stfu. And it fell completely flat, because they ended up agreeing with them because of woke gender politics and censorship/cancelling and typically the bullshit you've seen all over this Olympics. I knew it wouldn't do anything to talk with a bunch of Nazlings anyways, but do you know how freaking isolating it feels when you're the only person to say something. Anything. And your last flicker of hope to have support dies out because of misogynistic men and predators being flashed as oppressed and as uwu women uwu who need to get to violate female spaces in the name of invlusivity and read books to kids in bdsm/misogynistic gears? Alone. Completely alone. While in the same day, there is a concert with music bands waving the new gendie flag on scene? They sing antifa songs, they applaud a lesbian singer, and then they are totally okay with people assaulting you and calling you a fag and a man for having a buzzcut and body hair? At this point, the trans movement feeds homophobic terrorism.

Idgaf anymore. Gender politics also radicalized me. You win, I'm saying it : I hate you all for that. I will never forgive the trans movement. I will never forgive what you've done to lesbians, gay men and bisexuals. To women. To children. To the left. You destroyed the fucking left and with it the needed socialist reforms and protection minorities needed for fucking clout. You sold your soul to pink washing and lobbying. You destroyed the lives of many young people transitioning and regretting it, having lingering health issues.

You can't even think for yourselves. Like, fuck you a thousand times. When France becomes Russia or Nigeria about gay rights, we'll cheer to y'all preaching tolerance while asking me on anon to immolate myself for being homosexual (but make it woke with trans flags). Y'all are spoiled, privileged homophobic brats. Putting glitters and makeup, and virtue signalling and ACAB-trantifa aesthetic on it won't change it. We're not siblings. We're not pals. We're not a community. You all are degenerates leeching on the LGB and women, making us take the brunt of hate and being associated with your depravity and crimes. Even your shitty flag shows that, with the trans and brown bands cutting through our beautiful rainbow, the black and brown bands pushed in the front line by the trans ones. You mutilated us and made the most vulnerable of us suffer, and it's just the beginning.

So . . . . France opened the Olympics -- games meant for all nations and beliefs -- with this. Which includes a child.

I'd felt sorry for Paris because of the railway attacks. But now my feeling toward Paris and France is

I feel sorry for the participants who don't want this representing them.

I hope this shit has the lowest ratings the Olympics has ever had.

[ralibo14]

The Promised Neverland season 1 rewatch: Addictions

I'm going to do this before analysing the second half of season one. Because this is important.

Ray's role as the Traitor a.k.a Mother & Son or Caretaker & Cattle:

First let's go back to Krone's death a little bit.

⬆️⬆️ This is the scene your honour! ⬆️⬆️

This is the scene which can still fuck me up emotionally. This and Norman's adoption.

Isabella telling Ray that;

“I got rid of her”

And Ray immediately knowing what that means. His wide eyed stare as he realise that by writing that note, he got Krone killed and their plans revealed 🥺.

Ray is silently panicking and that's why he runs into the Sister's room instead of signalling to Gilda and Don. Then Isabella locks the door, which was actually a genius move on her part. Getting Ray trapped in a windowless room was... chef's kiss.

But I can't help but think about the internal struggle both Ray and Isabella gone through during this 'betrayal' (Somehow I always end up here, aren't I? Yapping about their complicated relationship. Sorry can't help it😅😭).

In my opinion, the Ray's spying was a way they both could cope with their situation in the House. Mother and Son or Caretaker and Cattle ⬅️ This is their struggle or their curse. Are they allowed to get a genuine and caring relationship? Of course not. Do they settle with anything close to that? Heck yes! Like here for example...

The delivery of Ray's last present, the camera holds such a meaningful place in my mind. The whole scene having this night time, bittersweet and sonder tone to it.

Orange and purplish blue being complementary to each other but also representing both Ray and Isabella. Isabella is in front of a dark background while the light of the lamp brightening up the wall behind Ray. It shows what roles they started playing. Villain and survivor/saviour. (because Ray did everything just so he can save Emma and Norman. Talk about a self sacrificing idiot, am I right?)

I also appreciate how they both forgot about wearing their emotional masks for a second when they were in Mom's office. Ray genuinely smiles at the first time and for one expresses his personal interests and Isabella looks away guilty. Knowing that she has to betray this fragile little thrust Ray has in her in order to encourage him and Emma to actually escape. (Because let's be honest... If Ray thought that his mother cared about him even a tiny bit he wouldn't want to leave her behind).

And Ray actually looks at her! He is deep down so desperately hopeful, but all he sees is Isabella turning away/distancing herself so of course he stops smiling and puts back his mask of indifference.

Emma's and Norman's Plan set into motion:

Haha anime! Ha ha Shirai and Demizu! Well played, very well played! Cause only a rewatcher can notice what is really going on in this scene.

This is right after Mom broke Emma's leg and as they go back to the House you can see the other kids reaction. Phil wide eyed stare and his worried expression shows how much he admires and looks up to his big sis, Emma. He is concerned of what happened to her. The olders on the other hand...

...They are frigtened, absolutely frightened, terrified even. Why? Because Emma and Norman already set their plan into motion. Because Nat, Anna, Lanni and Thoma already got brought to eaves drop to the conversation with Krone. They already know who Mom really is and what Emma's 'accident' actually represents.

Shout out for them! They are also amazing actors as they quickly recovered from the shock and put on an act so Isabella wouldn't know that they are also involved in the escape.

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Okay that's all for now. I hope you are all doing fine and that I don't bore you with these lengthy posts. Byee, see you later 🥰

[lura-valentine]

The picture of Shoto does not belong to me

Notes

World of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

With the exception of Rain and the mysterious man, all characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi

DabiHawks x Rain ➡️click for Rain's Profil⬅️

Fanfiction with chapters

≈8 chapters are planned

I'm aiming for a weekly release of the chapters

The chapters will be linked together as soon as they are published

Please note that English is not my first language. So forgive me for mistakes.

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Concept of this fanfiction

Since the final war with the League of Villains, Touya has been dying. The doctors gave him only a few weeks, if at all, a few months, but the stubborn son of fire surprised everyone when he was still alive after 16 years.

He was only a shadow of his former self, trapped by vital machines, but something was keeping him alive, as if there was something else he needed to know...

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Overview

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - Aktiv

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 - Work in progress

Chapter 5 - Work in progress

Chapter 6 - Work in progress

Chapter 2:

Rain's Part

Rain sat crouched on the edge of the roof, her eyes fixed on the main building of the Hero Commission. The night was quiet, almost too quiet for a city like this, and the moon hung high above the skyscrapers, casting its pale trail of light across the windows and facades. She had remained so close and yet unrecognized - just as she had learned. Her black cloak melted into the darkness, and her wings, which wrapped around her like a shadow, were little more than an outline in the dark night. The red feathers that sometimes glowed like blood in the light were now completely enveloped in the blackness.

Her deep red eyes followed the movement of Mr. Fischer as he left the Hero Commission building. She had long since seen through his routines - the carefree early morning walks, the visits to the most upscale restaurants in town, his nightly bar activities, always accompanied by expensive cars and discreet bodyguards. But now... now something had changed. The whole pattern he had followed before was out of balance.

Rain bit her lip when she noticed the police escort accompanying him, another sign that he no longer felt as safe as he had hoped. But what really made her suspicious was the place he had left - the Hero Commission. That meant only one thing. He had been with Hawks.

"He asked for protection," she murmured quietly, more to herself than to the person beside her. Her words were carried away by the gentle breeze that swept across the roof.

A young man landed quietly next to her, his wings spread wide before slowly closing around him. They were black, with a strange, almost ethereal bluish sheen that made them seem almost unreal in the darkness. The tips of his wings almost touched the ground, and his face was hidden under a face mask, a hood concealing his hair, only his eyes flashed as he looked down at Rain.

“That makes things far more complicated,” he said, his voice calm but firm. 

Rain nodded slowly. "Yes, it does," she agreed. Her voice sounded thoughtful, almost distant, as she continued to observe the events below. "But there is always a way to achieve one's goal." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied the details of the escort. "Hawks does not know what dark secret Mr. Fischer is really keeping."

The boy next to her was silent for a moment, as if taking in the weight of her words. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze also fixed on the man who was now getting into the vehicle, surrounded by police protection. It was strange, almost eerie, how calm he was in this situation, but it reflected a certain experience - a sign that this was not the first time he had been involved in such missions. 

“Will he fight?” he finally asked, his voice now a whisper. 

Rain smiled slightly, her lips curling just a little. "Hawks? No, he won't go for it. He knows it will take more than a few police to stop us if it comes down to it. And he won't see any reason to fight. Not yet."

The boy let the words sink in before finally nodding. "And what if it does happen?"

Rain raised her eyebrows and glanced at him. "Then it won't be easy. He's smart and we can't underestimate him. But you don't have to worry."

The boy shrugged his shoulders almost imperceptibly, but said nothing more. His silence was answer enough. Rain knew he was ready. But she was also aware that this mission was more complicated than it seemed. Mr. Fischer was not an easy man. 

Her eyes swept over the Hero Commission building one last time before she quietly stood up, her wings half-spread, ready to retreat into the shadows. "We'll watch a little longer," she said quietly, "and wait for the perfect moment."

Hawks Part

Hawks slowly woke up as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his luxurious apartment. The soft light danced across the elegant wooden floor and gradually illuminated the room. His body felt heavy, like after a long night without any real rest, but he was used to it. Constantly being on call, constant responsibility - that had been his life for years. With a quiet groan, he rolled out of the large, velvety bed and pulled on the gray dressing gown that was lying on the armchair next to him.

He slowly shuffled into the open kitchen, his eyes half open as he looked around the quiet rooms. It was almost too quiet here, as always. He was used to the solitude in his penthouse above the city, but sometimes, in moments like this, it felt overwhelming. The coffee machine hummed quietly as he put the coffee on, the warm smell quickly filled the room and brought him back to reality a little. 

With the cup in hand, he strolled out onto the terrace, which offered a breathtaking view of the city. From here, everything could be seen. The sea glittered in the distance, and the traffic below was little more than a murmur that mixed with the cool morning air. Hawks sipped his coffee and took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

His cell phone vibrated in the pocket of his bathrobe and he slowly pulled it out. Shoto. Enji had apparently already told him about the assignment. Hawks answered the call and leaned against the railing of the terrace.

"Hey, Shoto," he greeted calmly, his voice still a little rough from waking up.

"Hawks," Shoto replied coolly, composed as always. "My father said you wanted to see me about an assignment."

Hawks smiled a little. Enji was as efficient as ever. "Yes, exactly. It's about a Mr. Fischer. He's a businessman from Europe, and he's been receiving death threats. The Hero Commission was asked to provide him with a bodyguard, and I immediately thought of you."

Shoto was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about the words. "Why me?" he finally asked.

Hawks took another sip of coffee and stared into the distance as he chose his words. "Because I believe you are the only one strong enough to face the threat if it comes to that. I can give you more details in two hours when you come to my office."

"Understood," came Shoto's brief reply. "I'll be there."

Before Hawks could hang up, he added, "Be prepared for it to be more than just a few simple threats. It might be more complicated than we think."

Shoto didn't answer immediately, but his voice was calm and determined. "I'm ready. See you later."

Hawks lowered his phone and stared at the rising sun, lighting up the sky in delicate shades of pink and gold. The thought of Rain - and the feathers he'd held in his hands yesterday - burned itself deep into his consciousness. They were so unmistakable, yet so inexplicable. Why is she suddenly back in Japan? Why now? Something big was brewing, and he felt the air around him thicken, as if the world had held its breath.

He took a deep sip of his coffee, the bitter aroma helping him to sort out his cloudy thoughts for a moment. The taste and the warm liquid gave him a small anchor in the midst of the chaos that was spreading inside him. Slowly he put the cup down and went back into the apartment. The calm that surrounded him was a sharp contrast to the storm in his head.

Once in the bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face, let the cold shock sink in, and then began to brush his teeth routinely. The mirror in front of him showed his face - a face that had aged in recent years, even if he would never admit it. His time as a hero had left its mark, and the loss of his Quirk had changed him in ways he still couldn't quite get over.

The shower brought the clarity he needed to sort out the day ahead. The warmth of the water relaxed his muscles, but his thoughts were not so easy to wash away.

As he dressed - smoothing the tailored suit that made him look immaculate as always - his gaze wandered around the apartment. Everything was perfectly organized, a certain emptiness in the meticulous cleanliness. He reached for his watch when his gaze stopped at the fireplace.

There hung the katana. The weapon that had accompanied him in the final war against the League, when he could no longer rely on his feathers. For a moment, Hawks stood motionless; the katana was more than just a tool to him. It was a symbol that he could fight even without his Quirk - that he was not only a hero, but also an agent, trained in a business that was far dirtier than the glamour of the hero's life.

He slowly walked to the fireplace and picked up the katana. It was heavy in his hands, but familiar. He drew it from its scabbard and the scarlet blade flashed in the light. The color reminded him of his own feathers, before he lost them. A bitter smile played on his lips. He had once been able to rely on his feathers, they had been a part of him. Now he had to rely on his own skills as a fighter - and on the mind that had always kept him afloat.

The thought of Rain and her Quirk made him pause. If she was really back, and really involved, then Shoto would have to fight her alone. And he didn't like that. Rain was incredibly strong, and her Quirk - those dark, deadly flames - made her a dangerous opponent. And then there was that unknown feather, that mysterious companion at her side.

Hawks knew what he had to do. He had to see Rain again. Not just to solve the case, but to finally get answers. Why had she simply disappeared back then? Why had she left him and Touya behind without saying a word? 

He swung the katana experimentally in the air, the red glow of the blade flashing dangerously. Then he put it back in its sheath and hung it on his belt. The decision had been made. Rain would have to give him answers - and this time he would not leave without them.

With a firm step he left his apartment and made his way to his office.

Time jump to the office

As Hawks entered the office building, he was greeted by his secretary, who was waiting for him with her usual professional smile. 

"Good morning, sir. Your appointments for today are as planned," she said with practiced precision.

Hawks nodded briefly, but his gaze was already fixed on the office. "Change the plans," he said, stopping in front of her desk. "Shoto Todoroki will be here any minute. Let him go straight to me, without any detours." 

The secretary raised an eyebrow, but immediately wrote something down on her tablet without asking. 

"And one more thing: cancel all my appointments for the next two weeks. I will personally join this mission."

"All appointments?" she asked, surprised, but when she saw his determined look, she nodded quickly. "Understood. I will cancel everything and note your absence."

Hawks nodded again, feeling the tension rising within him as he got closer to the inevitable moment. "Thank you."

He continued down the hall, his footsteps echoing softly on the smooth marble floor. His office was large, luxuriously furnished, with an impressive glass facade that offered a breathtaking view of the city. As he closed the door behind him, he took a deep breath and leaned against it for a moment, his head tilted back slightly as if trying to ward off the rising nervousness.

He walked to his desk, dropped into the comfortable chair, and opened one of the drawers. His eyes fell on the black envelope. The feathers, the death threats - everything was there, ready to hand, like a silent reminder of what was at stake. Hawks took out the envelope and laid it on the table, his fingers running involuntarily over the matte paper.

A quiet knock on the door distracted him.

"Come in," he called.

The door opened and Shoto Todoroki entered. He was now a mature hero, his stature impressive and confident. At 32, he had gained his experience, and it was reflected in his every move. His two-tone hair had grown a little longer, and his scar on the left side of his face seemed to have grown with him, as part of his history and identity.

"Shoto," Hawks greeted him with a nod, leaning back slightly and letting his gaze wander over the hero for a moment. "Thank you for coming so quickly."

Shoto stepped closer, his eyes serious. "Enji said you wanted me for a special assignment."

Hawks pointed to the chair across from his desk. "Sit down."

Shoto sat down, his eyes fixed on Hawks. "What exactly is the assignment?"

Hawks sighed, picked up the envelope and placed it on the table in front of Shoto. "This was leaked to me. It's death threats against a man named Mr. Fischer, businessman. And... these feathers." He opened the envelope and the dark feathers shimmered slightly in the office light.

Shoto leaned forward, narrowing his eyes at the feathers. "Feathers? Someone you know?"

Hawks nodded slowly. "Yes. I have a suspicion. These feathers belong to Rain Black."

Shoto raised an eyebrow. "Rain Black? Who is that?"

Hawks hesitated, then leaned back again and folded his arms in front of his chest. "It's complicated. Rain is... an old ally, you could say. But she disappeared a long time ago. And now she's suddenly back, seems to be after Fischer." He paused, looking directly at Shoto. "That's why I need you. Rain is incredibly strong. Her Quirk, those dark flames, make her a dangerous opponent. I want you to protect Mr. Fischer."

Shoto studied him for a moment, his eyes cold and analytical. "You think I'm the only one who can take on her."

"Yes," Hawks confirmed. "Your Quirk - you might be able to withstand their fire, at least better than anyone else. And I need someone I trust."

Shoto leaned back slightly and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "And you're sure she's the one who's after him?"

Hawks nodded slowly. "There's little doubt. The question is why. Rain and her brother Ryen are not known for targeting innocent people. Something is wrong here, and I want to find out what."

Shoto looked at the feathers, his eyes thoughtful. "If that's true, then this is far more complicated than a simple protection mission."

"That's it," Hawks said quietly. "That's why I'm joining this mission."

Shoto looked at him, surprised. "You want to come with us?"

Hawks' lips twisted into a bitter smile. "It's not just about Fischer. It's about answers. I need them... after all these years." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Just like Touya." He said the name calmly, but the gravity behind it did not go unnoticed.

Shoto paused, his eyes widening slightly. His brother's name hung in the air for a moment, and Shoto looked at Hawks as if he wasn't sure he'd heard him correctly. "Touya?" he asked quietly, almost suspiciously. 

Hawks nodded slowly, his bitter smile returning. "Yes, your brother. Rain... she was one of the reasons why he hated me so much. Why he could never forgive me."

Shoto shook his head in disbelief. "Rain and Touya? That doesn't make sense... she wasn't even there when things escalated with the league." 

Hawks looked at the envelope of feathers in front of him and crossed his arms over his chest. His gaze was fixed on Shoto, as if waiting for an unspoken reaction. "It's more complicated than you think, Shoto. Rain was... Touya's lover... and mine too."

Shoto's brow furrowed and his mind raced. "Wait... you're saying she had a relationship with both of you? At the same time?"

Hawks nodded, as if he knew how unbelievable all of this must sound. "Yes. It was... a love triangle, if you will. Touya and I - we were young back then, had no clear ideas about love, relationships or even loyalty. But Rain... she triggered something in both of us, something that connected us in a strange way. Until one day she just disappeared. Without an explanation."

Shoto looked at Hawks, still visibly confused but also curious. "You think that's why Touya still holds such a grudge against you?"

Hawks let out a soft sigh, his eyes looking tired as he looked back into the past. "Touya blames me for her disappearance. He thinks I had something to do with it. That I'm the reason she's gone. No matter how many times I've told him I'm just as in the dark as he is."

Shoto leaned back, ran a hand over his face and tried to process the new information. "Touya has always been... difficult," he muttered. "But I didn't know he was ever in love."

Hawks laughed softly, but it sounded empty and without joy. "Difficult is an understatement. After she left, everything fell apart between us. And when I betrayed the League... there was nothing left to save. Touya turned against me completely."

"And now Rain shows up again," Shoto said slowly, as if trying to piece together the puzzle.

"Exactly," Hawks confirmed. "And I need answers. Not just for me, but for your brother too. There's so much unspoken between the three of us. And I feel like Rain is the key to all of that."

Shoto nodded, but his eyes were serious, almost worried. "What if she's not ready to give you those answers?"

Hawks shrugged, his gaze hardening. "Then I'll have to get her to do it. I'm not the naive guy I was back then. And if she has answers, I'll get them, one way or another."

Shoto looked at him silently, then slowly stood up. "Okay. We'll do this together. But you know that this can all be very dangerous, and that Rain is probably no longer the person you knew."

"Yes," Hawks agreed, standing up as well. "But neither do I."

They stood facing each other for a moment, then Shoto stepped to the door. "So, where to next?"

Hawks reached for his katana, which was leaning against the wall next to his desk. He pulled it out of its sheath, looked at the scarlet blade for a moment before putting it back and strapping it to his back. "We will go to Mr. Fischer. His house is on the outskirts of the city."

Shoto gave him a quick, searching look as they left the room and walked down the long hallway. "It feels strange to hear all this now. About Touya... about Rain... about you."

Hawks shrugged and smiled crookedly. "Life is rarely easy, Shoto. And sometimes the most difficult truths come much later than we expected."

Shoto nodded slightly, but remained thoughtful. "Maybe you're right. But I know one thing for sure - I want to know for Touya why she broke his heart."

Hawks opened the door to the outside and let Shoto go first before taking a deep breath. "Then let's start looking for those answers."

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Stricklake month 24 : Shipwrecked/Resort

I chose shipwrecked and went overboard with it. Not as much as last prompt but still...

SO I AM DONE. Did it take me forever to figure the pose out??? YES. Did I give up????? almost- BUT I DIDN’T.

Sooo. Walter get's shipwrecked as he is on a mission for his overlord Gunmar. He get's attacked and looses continuousness after a hard wood hit him on his head. However...a mysteriously and utterly beautiful creature seemes to save his life.

My written prompt for the picture ⬅️ press on me :3

Anyways, you will get a more lighted drawing:

And now closeups:

Small Infos about the designs/Story Ideas:

Barbara was REALLY hard. I had like 10 sketches of her face bc for some damn reason is that woman my NEMESIS TO DRAW. I kid you not her face is something else. I am not skilled enough. Though I managed to find something I liked. Obviously I toned down her colors to match the sea and used her signital colors. The markings on her eyes obviously resemble her glasses and I gave ger piercings...Just because.

Walter was easy as ever. I draw him so much that he just appears on my pages. He obviously slays with his outfit, mullet and piercings. Though he would wear it in canon...no? I mean maybe not a croptop but then again...he basically wears nothing anyways. He has the sigil of the Janus order on his gloves (fingerless bc UGH. HE IS GOOD LOOKING) and wears some form jewellery/accessories on his horns bc it looked nice.

Story wise it will be as I wrote above in the summary BUT you all get Info to the World building. As in 2023 Stricklake month fire/water (see in my masterpost) there is a war going on between the magical creatures/humans who ALL hate each other. (I am a sucker for magical wars) Only the trollhunter, Jim, will be able to retriev peace amongst the races with help of the first ever cross-raced couple Walter&Barbara. Walter is a changeling commander who recruites trolls/changeling for his overlord Gunmar and kills who refuse to bend the knee. He is the head of the Janus order who is secretly working on killing Gunmar to help the future trollhunter (Jim will be AFTER Barb meets Walt, He will also give Jim a gem that allows him to take a troll like form later). Walter gets caught one day and they ambushed him eventually. He is surprised and almost dies...but gets saved. The Story is simple enough, tell me some ideas to change or how it goes forward if you want <3

[bchargoissketches]

Here’s my Dixiedo Fox fanart! 🧡🧡

READ THIS: ⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️

This original drawing of mine was for an September 2024 art contest presented by SaveaFox Rescue and I participated this by drawing my favorite fox who is officially crowned as 👑 queen 👑 by Miss Mikayla Raines: Dixiedo 🦊✨

Yes, she’s super loved by her fans including myself! 🥰

Anyway, congratulations to the winners selected by SaveaFox! Though I didn’t win the art contest but I did had fun! 😄😄 Remember this: winning art contests isn’t always the main thing, it’s all about emphasizing the value of personal growth, self-expression, and the joy of creating over external recognition. It highlights that art is about the journey of self-discovery, creativity, and sharing one’s unique perspective with the world. Even if you don’t win, the experience of learning, connecting with others, and expressing yourself authentically holds more lasting value than a trophy or prize. Success can be found in the impact your art has on others, the fulfillment it brings you, and the lessons learned along the way.

That’s what it’s all about. 😉👍

Therefore, I had fun participating this and I love this concept drawing of mine featuring Dixie! I always love watching those cute fox videos, such precious and adorable little fluffy critters. I wish the entire organization of SaveaFox Rescue to continue saving foxes from fur farms and giving them beautiful, opened homes to run away and feel free. That’s all.

Give a ❤️ to show respect. Peace! ✌️😌

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[lovechrissturniolo]

reading & answering

"weird" fan questions leads to more

* friends with benefits *

built up & foreplay

ends before the actual sex

short review

Y/N and Chris had been close friends for a while, but a week ago they had - by accident - become intimate: Y/N had spent the night at the Sturniolo's place after a party because she couldn't get a cab.

They both had been longing for physical contact. In Chris's cosy bed, cuddled up under the covers - the desire for each others touches had overcome them.

They agreed afterwards that it should remain a one-off incident. Their friendship meant a lot to both of them and nobody should get hurt.

now

Chris had just posted a story on Insta when the two of them were on the couch, Y/N lay on her side, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Can't wait to see the weird shit." Chris smirked, stretching and making a growling noise.

Y/N enjoyed the view as his body tensed:

his upper body in a black tank top

his stomach briefly to see

the waistband of his boxers peaking out

the outlines on the grey sweatpants

"I can't believe you're up for this right now." Y/N yawned, trying to distract herself from staring at his lap. "It's been such a long day!"

Chris slid a little deeper into the sofa and sighed deeply. "I don't know. I have so much pent-up energy in me - and my head's all over the place right now."

"Maybe I should go soon, it's pretty late." Y/N murmured as she saw the time on his lock screen.

"Nooo, you can't go now!" he replied, jokingly upset. "You have to go through this with me!"

Chris always became very cuddly when he was exhausted and hyper. It brought him down to feel her so close.

Y/N unconsciously put her leg over Chris' lap as she tried to find a more comfortable position. It was not unusual for them to lie cuddled up together, but Y/N immediately realized that it was risky now.

The tension between the two became more intense every day since they slept with each other a week ago.

"Look." he murmured, pointing at the screen. "I knew it wouldn't stop at one!" and pointed to a fan's question:

Favorite position sexually?

"Well, answer then!" Y/N said jokingly and looked up at him. "That's a fair question!"

"Pah," Chris felt a little awkward and rubbed his eyes to avoid eye contact. "I wouldn't even answer that to my friends!"

Y/N smirked. He looked so damn cute when he was a little bit irritated. "Maybe I already know."

Chris eyes got back to hers. "Because we had a drunken quickie once, you think you know everything, huh?" Her eyes being fixed on his lips as he spoke made him slightly nervous.

"Can I take a guess?" Somehow she liked it to tease him a little right now.

"Go for it."

"Regardless of my personal experience with our 'quicky' - I'd say you're the doggy kind of person?"

"Not bad!" he replied in a hoarse voice and cleared his throat. Their faces were so close together that he could feel her breath on his neck. "What's yours?"

"I like the way we did it the other day. Spooning cuddle sex-" Y/N realized that her teasing had the price of becoming increasingly aroused herself.

She lay her head back on his shoulder and took a deep breath. "But it depends, you know?"

Chris swallowed a lump in his throat. "Depends on what?" and wondered why he was even asking. He hadn't been able to think about anything else since they fucked last week. This conversation certainly wouldn't make it more bearable.

"To the mood, the situation, probably?" she mused. "I mean, I love cuddle fucking, but for harder sex, doggy style is wonderful. So rough and animalistic somehow..."

"Fuck yes." Chris rasped, leaning his head back and exhaling deeply, trying not to get too worked up.

"You should pick a new question." Y/N suggested to break the tension a little and leaned on her forearm.

"You pick!" he replied quickly and held the screen in front of her face. Y/N should be in charge of where it would lead, what she started.

It was only fair!

Y/N surrendered to the fact that she was dying to sleep with Chris again since they did it last week and chose another one of the "weird" questions:

Oral - giving or receiving

"Jesus, Y/N!" Chris groaned with a flustered laugh and put his forearm over his face.

Her squirming around, with her leg on his lap, while asking these questions started to make him crazy. "How about you start this time?"

"The questions are for you, not me." Y/N smirked and bit her lower lip.

"Alright." Chris returned somewhat desperately. "Hold on." He took a deep breath and his hand subconsciously reached for her leg to hold it in position.

Y/N's mouth went dry with excitement as she felt his clearly hardening member against her thigh.

"That's actually easy. I love both," he whispered, looking her straight in the eye.

"Same for me." she replied husky and glanzed at the screen again.

Tits or ass?

"That's a shallow question!"

"Why?"

"Because I don't look at tits or ass first."

Chris licked his upper lip with the tip of his tongue. "A nice neck is hot for me." and ran his finger along her neck.

"Waists are sexy, too." he added, tracing hers with his fingertips.

Y/N's pulse began to race and she got goose bumps from his gentle touch.

"Your mouth is beautiful." he added in a quivering voice and pressed his lips to hers.

Y/N put her hand on his chest and pressed herself against him while their mouths opened and their tongues met.

Chris pulled her on top of him and moaned softly from the pleasant feeling of her abdomen on his lap.

"Tits or ass?" he groaned between their kisses, put his hands on her breasts and pressed them gently. "Whatever I can reach..."

Y/N moaned from pleasure burrying her hand in his hair.

length of your dick?

she added breathless, "was one of the questions!" while her free hand wandered between his legs.

"Fuck, Y/N!" Chris moaned as she gently grabbed his cock and tilted the head in his neck from pleassure.

"One more exception wouldn't hurt, right?" she moaned in his ear.

"Fuck, you don't even have to ask!"

I love describing the built up/foreplay part more than the actual act, so I leave the rest to your imagination.

Hope you like it! 💕

⬅️ more

[kittyamore0]

Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 2]

A/n: IM SO UPSET BECAUSE I DONT HAVE MY REGULAR FONTS 😭 😔 A/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH A:n: I COULDVE JUST COPIED AND PASTED OFF THE INTERNET BUT IM TOO LAZY TO RE DO EVERYTHING 😖

CW: Murders, Sexual themes and GN! Reader.

Little note: I was going to add Lester and Bo to part 2 but I was busy while making this so I have to add them in part 3

Billy Lenz 🎄🎅📞

He’s more excited at the fact that you’re just like him, crazy!

He instantly got aroused 😃

Definitely stole some of your underwear’s (or bras) and returned them all sticky, and damp…

the way he found out was when you helped him kill Jess

”Jess, [Name], the caller is in the house,”

but you knew that

you’ve always known

so when Jess started panicking, you found it a good time to surprise her and Billy

It frightened you when she had a weapon, she could’ve killed your Billy!

So, you took the other fire poker

you stabbed Jess in the shoulder when she got dragged by Billy

I cackled when Billy yanked her hair through the stairs railing 💀

And before she could react, you slit her throat

“it’s okay, Billy,”

damn, you were always hot, but with blood on you? 😍

“[Name] saved filthy Billy…?”

you’re smart ass pinned it on Peters and he got arrested

you sneaking back to the sorority house to see Billy - 🏡 ⬅️ 🏃‍♀️💨

Tiffany Valentines 👰‍♀️❤️🧸

[this goes for her human body and doll body]

She honestly wouldn’t care, you kill, she kills, you’re even hotter when you kill.

wait, wha-

she finds it adorable and hot of you when you kill

will literally pull up a soft chair, some snacks and a face mask and sit there watching you take your anger out

“Go baby!”

”You got this, hun’!”

“They went that way!”

“Good job, woo!”

Very supportive

you were a killer when you met her

That’s how she fell in love with you!

“How many people have you killed?”

“34,”

“Hey, you know, you’re kinda cute…”

”I know,”

fell in love with you instantly.

Carrie White 🔥👩‍🎓🩸

You never kept it a secret from her, but instead of telling her that it’s innocent people, you told her that it was people that use to mock and taunt you

she doesn’t think it’s okay, but because it’s you and because they were ‘awful’ people, she pushed it away

also doesn’t judge because she did kill people with her powers, but in her defense, she was so pissed

Also accepts you because you helped her run away from her abusive mom.

every time you come home from committing mass murder, she already sets up a bath and tries to cook

her mom didn’t care about her, so she’s only learning how to cook just now

hey, at least she’s trying 🥰

you end up cooking, but she repays you with nice cuddles after !

Jennifer Check ☆💉🩸

how you met was…interesting…

you always had a crush on her

and would always get pissed whenever some boy or girl hit on her

so when someone flirting with her actually kissed her cheek

you lost it.

let’s say that they didn’t have their happily ever after

when she found out, she became infatuated with you

a really devoted, smart, and pretty/handsome person? Sign her up

she definitely confessed first

like Tiff, she also doesn’t care

you kill anyone, she kills boys, no exception

and if you’re a boy, you’re an exception

will cheer you on as well

just more lazily than Tiff

After your killings, she’ll invite you to a lake

you obviously say yes, not thinking too much of it

until you see her naked in the murky waters

definitely pushes you in

mocks you for how flustered you get

yall definitely had a good time 😏

Vincent Sinclair 🕯️🔪🔥

Vinny just finished working and he was looking for you.

a bit worried when he couldn’t find you

then he heard footsteps, your foot steps.

don’t ask me how he knows your specific footsteps

and Jesus, you were a literal bloody mess

you had about 4 limp, lifeless victims

“Vin-ny!~”

you were awfully happy

blushed a little when you happily sung out the syllables to his nickname

pointed to the 4 bodies

“well, I’d thought I’d help you with work and it’s a thank you, for um, uh, everything…”

the silence was loud

really loud

but he nodded and huffed

making you plaster a grin on your face

he’s definitely blushing under hat mask

big bear hugs after work ! ❦

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This is far from the end for us...

Throughout the course of the project, people have asked us time and time again if we plan to continue making games after It Lives Within was finished. The answer to that question is:

YES!!

Various members of our team have embarked on various projects. Some are further along in development, some are still in the pre-production stages, and many may take years to complete. That being said, we're not sure how many people will remain active on Tumblr, and of those people, how many will actually see any updates we may post on this blog. For this reason, we've decided to collect emails for a mailing list, where we will update our followers on our future endeavors! 🎉

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We look forward to sharing our new projects with you. If you enjoyed It Lives Within, we promise you'll LOVE what our team members are cooking up now.

And as always, thank you so much for the love and support! We appreciate each and every one of our fans, followers, and players. ❤️

Edited to add: Whatever we do next will not be fangames of other choices books. All future projects will fully original stories created and written from scratch by our team ❤️