#'i found this on google idk who made it but it looks like there's credit in the pics so credit goes to them' like?????

[gaysindistress]

Beginning to End

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest.

pairings: minthara x f!reader

Summary: Swearing to protect the Successor of the house that overtook her own is simply the beginning of their end to Minthara. “A means to an end” she keeps reminding herself, “from beginning to end, a necessary evil.”

Reading @moonselune By the Silk Ties that Bind Us gave me so much inspiration to write for Minthara but also for this specific story. I thought I would finish it and I haven’t yet but I am in my posting all WIPS era sooooo

Warnings: drow society, gore (vague description), violence

Word count: 2.1k

Notes: there’s a flashback and I put it in italics. Idk if I like that but there also needed to be a break to show it was a flashback. Let me know what you guys think

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There is a melancholy that has made its home in my heart. 

A desolation has filled the caverns of forgotten childish love and fond memories of lives past in my chest. I can’t remember when this oily feeling of timeless sadness and weak morals came to me. It’s almost as if it has always been there but has chosen to make its presence known when it sees fit. Perhaps it is the folly of Drow; to carry the weight of Lolth’s tainted love and forever seek refuge from it but to never succeed. Maybe it is the curse of nobility; to be in search of a power so grand that it rivals our Spider Queen but to fail when faced with the reality that there is nothing beyond Her. Maybe it is simply the lasting effects of childhood hope that have yet to die by the hand of adulthood. Then again it could be a foul mix of everything that sickens my heart and poisons my body.

Freezing stone presses into the skin of my forehead as I lean against my window frame. The cold stone and this sickness brews an interesting storm within my stomach. A younger me would be demanding bloodshed and the hearts of those who threaten me but I don’t have the liberties that I once had. Now I must take heed of my mother’s constant reminder to hold my tongue whilst I sharpen my blade and devise a plan. 

How ironic those words seem now. 

The ceremonial cape she’d specially designed for me does little to prevent the cold from setting into my skin. Made of the purest spider silk and thousands of small Lolth’s candle shards, it acts like a suit of armor more than anything. It’s a vibrant and intimidating display of our House’s strength, our fortitude that granted us the win over the former House Baenre. Beneath the cape is the usual attire of our house; a high necked dress made of dyed black spider silk and embroidered with thread made from compressed mushrooms. Its long sleeves hug my arms before falling into a bell shape from my elbow to my wrist. Slits on either side of my hips reveal fitted trousers of the same fabric and black mushroom leather boots. 

Aside from my own sighing and quiet murmuring, silence has occupied the room that has acted as my prison since my birth. My personal guard has remained wordless and stands statuesque at my door while only occasionally looking in my direction with disdain. Her looks of disgust were returned tenfold, prompting a battle of the side eye between us. I fear that if my mother were to see the obvious hatred written across my guard’s face, I’d expect her head to be staked outside my door as an example of what happens when one crosses the Matron or her Successor. However this isn’t a fate that I imagine my guard will ever face; as a former high ranking House member herself, she is far more calculated with her emotions than most and reserves her small displays for when we are alone. 

A curt knock at the door causes me to jolt and bump my head against the glass. The thud isn’t loud but with how painfully silent it had been, I know my guard heard it. She lets out a snort of amusement before opening the door a crack and speaking in whispers to whoever is waiting on the other side. A dull throb begins to form at my temple and I try to rub it out with my fingertips but with no success. All I manage to accomplish is to smear makeup on my hand and bring more attention to the sensitive area. 

Murmured conversations fill the room with nothing discernible floating towards me. 

“What did they want?” I ask her when she closes the door and retakes her place in front of it. I glance over to her when she doesn’t respond to find her red eyes staring at me, filled with annoyance and her oath sworn anger. I dare to ask the question again and receive a nose crinkle and loud sigh in turn. 

“If you’re going to ignore me, you might as well sit down and be completely inadequate at your job,” I snap at her. It doesn’t seem to even bother her but it makes me feel better to have made a dig at her. Rather than be upset by it, she does just that and sits in an all too casual position in my reading chair by the fireplace. She makes a show of getting comfortable by letting her head rest on the back of the chair, her hands folded on her stomach, and her legs outstretched before her. I imagine she’s even closed her eyes to really prove how ‘inadequate’ she can be. 

Shaking my head at her little display, I get up from my perch and make my way to my wardrobe, ridding myself of my ceremonial attire as I go. The cape is the first to fall with a surprisingly heavy thud as it knocks against the wardrobe’s doors. 

From the corner of my eye, I see Minthara lift her head to see what I’m doing but it promptly falls back again. Weaponless due to my mother’s own wishes for this evening, I must not lose a threat to Minthara or apparently anyone else in this city. I begin to take off my boots but one gives a particularly difficult time and I fall toward, barely catching myself in the wardrobe’s frame. The wood snags on the palm of hand and rips at the skin. Blood wells up and quickly begins to seep into the wood under it. 

“iblith,” I curse, my nose flaring as I try to remain calm. Like swarming toadstools, the closer I try to approach the task, my mind becomes more hostile and grows fat with toxic rage. When it inevitably bursts, my body becomes flooded with the noxious energy of indignation and craves retribution from those that caused it in the first place. 

“iblith,” falls from my mouth again when I pull my hand away and see several wood fragments embedded in the flesh. It’s a mess of bleeding fat, torn skin, and splinters. If i were to tend to it now, it would be clean and healed within a matter of minutes but something about the sight compels me not to.

This evening was meant to be the celebration of my debut as my mother’s successor. A bit trivial considering that wasn’t a secret to begin with but now that House Vandree sits atop House Baenre and she its matron, the celebration was to be what solidified her position. However much like most things in this gods forsaken city, there is always a thread of deceit and betrayal woven in its people’s actions. As I’d been announced and was being brought to my mother, an arrow pierced just above my mother’s head on her chair. With a roar of anger, she leapt up from her seat and ripped the arrow out. She passed it off to her personal guard before glowering down at the crowd. 

The world seems to be in servitude to my mother, Thana Vandree. She’s a creature that knows no limits or bounds with her power; everything bends to her will without hesitation. She’s able to wield any weapon with the ease of a skilled warrior, learn any spell with minimal effort, and disarm any being with a single look. Our goddess favors her and grants her whatever she desires, only adding to the idea that she is untouchable and dangerous. 

From my place beside her, I could see the magic ripple from her like heat waves and I could feel it wrapped around everyone in the room. I watched as she stalked everyone from her place and scanned the crowd for the offender. 

“Such an act of violence will not be tolerated in House Vandree. I demand whoever thought it smart to do such a foolish thing to step forward.” 

The room froze and no one dared to breathe but her. 

Her personal guard let out a sneer when someone attempted to escape. My mother simply raised one brow as her guard and others overtook the poor soul. She began to lecture the room about how violence towards herself or any of her house members would be met with severe consequences. Her sermon fell silent when her guard dragged a rather frail looking young drow male to her feet. 

She smiled wickedly at her guard, “I think a demonstration of such consequences are in order, don’t you?”

The frightened male began to sob profusely but it did nothing to quail the fires within my mother. 

“Please! Please don’t kill me, i…I’ll tell you…” he sobbed and sobbed while all those around us erupted into a burst of cheers and shouts. My mother’s slim hands hung at her sides as she slowly circled him and his tears grew tenfold. Two guards readied their blades for her but she held up a finger and gestured for them to back away. She drew a small dagger from her guard’s belt much to his dismay and tossed it to the crying male. 

“Please Netan-tallar, please I beg you!”

“Stand,” she said with a bone chilling timber to her already low voice. He did as he was told, scrambling to grab the dagger and get to his feet before she changed her mind. More voices erupted around the two as they circled each other and she smirked as she sniffed the air. We could all smell it; the fear and despair that leaked from the poor male. 

“Your daughter told me to do it.”

My mother’s eyes flickered to me. 

“My daughter? My successor asked you to do what?” She asked while holding eye contact with me. 

He rambled on and on about how I had been the one to order him to kill my mother. Most of his words were lost between the crying and sniffing but it was still clear that he was implying that I wanted her dead.

“Is this true, my child?” Her voice slithered through my ears and rooted itself into my mind like a wriggling tadpole. My answer fell from tightly pressed lips as I promptly told her no and that I had never seen this male before. She only gave me an affirming nod. I’m still not sure what made her believe me but it shocked me nonetheless that she accepted my answer so quickly and without question. 

Her attention turned back to the male as her  guard pushed him towards her and he attempted to strike. A flash of black and white hair blocked my view of what happened yet I still knew. 

We all knew that her justice would be simultaneously ugly and beautiful. 

Everyone was silent at first and waited with bated breath as a thud sounded through the now quiet room. I looked down to see the male’s head rolling towards me and looked back up to see my mother already staring at me, a smirk on her pale lips. We shared a brief look of understanding before she spoke, “my Successor is loyal to me and our house until the end. This is not an act orchestrated by her but someone else who dares to frame her. This pathetic male is still the mouthpiece of a greater plot and thus his death will not satisfy me. Let it be known that I will not hesitate to slaughter every last person who is found to know about this plot.“ she beckoned me to stand beside her, “let it be known that my successor will be our champion in sniffing out this plot and bringing its creators to their knees.”

At the moment it seemed like a well placed sentiment but now I’m realizing that it was a set up. My mother had asked me to be weaponless, something that no drow never does. The arrow was shot at a perfect moment and landed inches above her head. The male spilled enough information to cast suspicion while still being vague. It was all a ruse.

“Penore-rin?”

There’s a warm wet feeling against my chest where my hand is cradled and its coppery stench fills my nose. My eyes burn and fill with tears as I blink back to reality. through the tears, I make out Minthara’s crouched form before me.

She says my title again, “Penore-rin?”

Pulling my hand away, I glance at it and then at her. An uneasy feeling of fatigue has begun to creep up on me. Every muscle in my body is contorted yet relaxed while my blood grows too thick to pass through my veins. My head feels like it’s full of spiders; every thought skittering away and spinning webs of confusion. I try to speak but the words get stuck behind a lump of terror and realization. 

“Y/n.” She says sternly, dropping the formality of my title altogether. My eyes flutter closed as my hand drops to my lap. I hear her mumble something under her breath before she takes ahold of my hand and a gentle healing glow fills the space between us. The pain in my hand has vanished but something vile is still coursing through my veins. The relief allows me to whisper out one last thing before I fall victim to this villain inside of me. 

“Thana's going to kill me.”

[golby-moon]

not exactly someone who listens to a lot of music but I entered the @destielbeatlesminibang anyway and oh no this was created based off the song "Anna (Go to Him)". and yeah idk why I did these weird outlines instead of my usual thick black ones either

okay so a major theme in this fic is a card game called Munchkin which I've never heard of before this fic. I've been told it's unpopular and it's funny that Dean and Cas are so serious about it because it's such a dumb game and what better to reflect that than a banner featuring a game night for messy teenagers? admittedly I may have gone overboard on the pizza grease and may or may not have forgotten to put more places for names and credits uh

fun fact but the cards are all actual Munchkin cards that I found pictures of online. some of the cards like the Friendship Potion one are symbolic for the fic, some reflect the show itself (Pitcher of Cheap Beer because Winchesters, Duck Holiday because it reminded me of destiel cowboys in that one episode and also because Dean definitely has that card pack), and others are just there because they're silly (like the Horse Radish). also fun fact but the box the title is on is a card holder box thing I saw on Google, not just some random box yay

I don't think I've ever drawn people dancing before (pretty sure I would've remembered suffering through drawing those hands ghfjfjfjfu) but I just had to give it a try for this one, featuring Dean and Cas being all awkward but loving to reflect their new relationship and also Charlie and Anna hanging out in the background there. also rest assured Cas' tie is indeed backwards, it's just a little hard to see here

I have Charlie with shorter hair to distinguish her from Anna and I learned over the course of this bang that people don't wear socks with high heels usually?? I thought it'd be like extra padding because those look painful???? anyway Charlie doesn't care about normal though so she's wearing Harry Potter flavored socks and Anna's in more traditional uh nylons I think they're called which meant I had to draw bare feet but I think it came out okay at least. also fun to push myself to draw new things for bangs which is kinda why I started doing them in the first place so yeah. anyway

the fic this is made for is called "Anna, Go to Him" by @butterflyslinky for the destiel beatles minibang

(06/27/24)

[hotshot624]

✨🍋Bullet Train Agere Headcanons: Flip!Lemon🍋✨

Hey y'all this one is coming out too cuz I felt bad about the lack of content so I hope y'all will enjoy this. Idk if it's actually gonna be as well written as I want it to be but I sure hope it is. Okay enjoy!💜

(I don't own any of these pictures. I found them all on Pinterest so if you know how mades these, let me know so I can add credit)

✨🍋Little!Lemon Headcanons🍋✨

(y'all I couldn't find any good pictures that made sense for a Little!Lemon so forgive me😭)

Unlike his brother or Ladybug, Lemon has been regressing way before the events of Bullet Train

He started unknowingly regressing in his early twenties and it took him a good couple of months to understand what was happening to him, but after a shit ton of googling he finally found out that what he was doing was called age regressing

After a little more research (and by that I mean he took a bunch of Quotev quizzes) he concluded that he regresses from ages 6 to 8

After a long stressful mission, when he was sure that both he and Tangerine were safe in there safe house, and Tangerine as preoccupied with doing something else like taking a long shower or sleeping, Lemon would go to one of the bedrooms, lock the doors, and regress there.

During missions, he unfortunately couldn't bring his toys or comfort items with him so he'd just put on some comfy clothes and binge some Thomas

Poor Lemon was afraid to tell his brother about his little secret in fear of Tang being weirded out by his predicament. Though it may not seem like it at some times, Lemon really does value Tangerine's opinion of him

Lemon knows his brother like the back of his hand so he was able to hide his regression from him easily without Tang ever suspecting a thing

Tangerine eventually would find out after Tang unknowingly regressed in front of him after waking up from being shot in the throat and freaked out when Lemon told him what was happening

Tangerine got so offended by the thought needing to regress, he yelled and screamed at Lemon, pretty much insulting regressors saying such horrible things that I can't even write not because I'm too lazy and brain dead to think of anything but because it was just oh so horrible 😩

Lemon eventually got fed up with Tangerine and confessed that he was a regressor too and proceeded to leave the room to allow Tangerine to cool off

This threw Tangerine for a loop.

On one hand, he didn't want to accept that his brain was causing him to regress to cope with what had happened to him. I mean Tang had been shot before so why is this any different. I mean maybe it's a little different because he's never been out in a coma because of it so there's that. He's also never been so close to thinking he's lost his brother so theirs that too but still he should be able to get over it!...... Right?

But then again on the other hand, Lemon apparently regresses too. And Tang hadn't even noticed so it can't affect his work that much. He also doesn't think that Lemon is weak for needing to regress. I mean Lemon was one of the toughest strongest, badass person Tangerine knew so if Lemon could regress...... I guess Tangerine could too

Tangerine eventually calls Lemon back into the room so he could apologize for his outburst

Lemon accepted his apology and it's been history ever since

Lemon regress from 6-8. He's definitely the oldest regressor out of the group

While Tangerine is usually the one who looks after him the most, he's not really Lemon's caregiver

I headcanon Tangerine as a Big Sib and he just does fall in caregiver space

That doesn't mean that he doesn't take care of his brother cuz he totally does he's just not a caregiver

His caregivers are however, Maria and Ladybug

Maria is there universal caregiver in the group with Ladybug coming in last place for caregiver

(I feel so bad for Ladybug😭 he's always in last place 😭 at least he's first place for Maria's littles)

This boy is an overall kid through and through

His closet is obviously filled with Thomas shirts but he does have some other solid colored ones too

I headcanon my mans as autistic so sometimes is he's overstimulated, it can cause him to regress

When regressed from overstimulation, it can cause him to go non-verbal which sucks when your a regressor because it's hard for you to communicate with your caregiver what's wrong

Thankfully Tangerine and Lemon have developed a way for communicating when Lemon can't do it verbally

Whether it's through drawing, pictures, yes or no with nodding, or sign language, Tangerine can and will find out what's going on with his brother and he will do everything in his power to help him

Lemon will sometimes flap his hands really fast and Tang likes to call him his flying Lemon

For shows, I think we all know it's Thomas the Tank Engine but he also likes watching wrestling

But only old wrestling for some reason

His favorite wrestler is The Undertaker and Andre The Giant

He loves play wrestling with either Big Tang or Ladybug

Ladybug will wrestle with him big or small it doesn't matter (Little Lemon does know to be more gentle when Ladybug is regressed as opposed to when Ladybug is big)

He has a bunch of wrestling action figures as well as multiple wrestling rings to play with

Speaking of toys he also has a bucket filled to the brim with different Thomas ones

From hot wheels, to stuffed animals, to wooden toys, he has them all and loves every single one of them

But their is one he loves in particular

It's a old, scratched, wooden train with small dents Tangerine bought for him on his 10th birthday when they were still in the orphanage

He loved it so much he didn't sleep without it for years, which was really uncomfortable for him but he didn't care at all, until his first mission that required him to leave for more than a day

He wasn't happy at all and Tangerine noticed but Lemon refused to tell him why because he was embarrassed. Lemon was so pissy during the mission which confused the hell out of Tang cuz he was usually the pissy one. Tangerine eventually chalked it up to Lemon just being nervous about this being their first over-night mission and let him be

But this just kept happening during all their over-night missions so Tangerine ended up getting fed up and yelled at Lemon, demanding to know what was wrong

Upset and slightly distressed, Lemon told Tangerine the truth albeit being super embarrassed about it thinking Tang was gonna making fun of him

But Tangerine didn't really say anything.

He just starred off into space, taking in what his brother just said. Then let out a loud, exasperated, almost over exaggerated sigh and left the hotel they were staying at

Lemon thought his brother had had enough of him and left him alone and this made him super upset and that lead to him regressing :(

He sat in his own bedroom in the hotel and curled up under the covers and cried

After what felt like years (but was actually two hours) Tangerine came back into the hotel seeming super pissed off and soaked head to toe in water

Tangerine: God damn stupid fucking rain! Fucking sunny as can be when I left but of course it just had to fucking down pour when I'm coming back and I don't have a fUCKING umbrella!! Oi Lemon, where are ya?!

Lemon: *still regressed and under the covers, wipes his eyes and puts on his best Big voice* uhm in here mate!

Tangerine: *walks into the room and stops for a second at the door* you been cryin? You drunk or somethin?

Lemon: OH um.... Yeah a bit yeah dats-thats it

Tangerine: well if your gonna drink yourself half to death.....or at least to the point of being a drunk suburban mum watching the notebook than you should have something to keep you from losing your fucking head *takes something out of his pocket and hands it to Lemon* here

Lemon: *takes the item and examines it* are.....are these stickers?....... Are these Thomas the Tank Engine stickers?!

Tangerine: *now kind of bashful, scratching the back of his head and facing away from him* yeah I know it's nothing like the train you've got a home but it's the best your gonna get. Went to about fucking eighty different fucking stores and not one had any small train nic nacs so I just got you that. Thought you could just have the stickers cuz it wouldn't matter if ya lost 'em and 'sides you can just put 'em in your pocket and nobody would notice

Lemon: *about to cry again but is holding it in* w-wow um...... it's a...... It's nice..... Great no freakin fantastic, thank you Tangy

Tangerine: *slightly red in the cheeks* yeah well whatever there just stickers calm down * quickly walks out of the room* And don't call me Tangy!

You know the ones where their kind of like coloring books but you just place stickers on them

And Lemon kept stickers with him ever since. They weren't as good as the wooden train he loves so much but it was better than nothing. Plus his brother gave it to him so it means something to him. Eventually Lemon started using them to help out on missions and tell Diesel's apart from Percy in a way only Tangerine would understand so they do have a helpful use

He also really likes using the stickers and putting them in sticker books

Again their gonna be Thomas the Tank Engine themed books but let's be honest are we really surprised lol

One of his favorite things to play is with nerf guns or water guns

Obviously he's gonna be pretty good at it since it kinda is needed for his job but still it's kinda impressive for someone who regresses

He loves swings too. Like seriously he'd kill a bitch to get on one and be pushed (jk but not really)

His nickname everyone calls him when little is Lemonade btw

He's kind of embarrassed by it but he does love iy

Okie dokie that's all for Little Lemonade. Next up is Cg! Lemon!

✨🍋Caregiver!Lemon headcanons 🍋✨

(I know y'all it's terrible but it's the least none threatening one I could find don't judge😭)

Is such an amazing caregiver

I know I say that about every caregiver but it's true Lemon really is

Very encouraging especially to his little ones interests

Will get a little sticker booklet with his little one’s favorite characters and give them to them as rewards

If the character is from a TV show you can 100% be expecting him to watch that show with you

He’ll try and get as much information about that character as possible so he can talk to you about them

Will also get you plushies of toys of said character so you can always feel like you have them with you

Is big on you playing with toys and not just something on an iPad or watching TV all the time

Will get you any toy you desire (I mean he makes a lot of money with his missions and all) but just really doesn’t want you sitting around

Toys like legos, dolls, action figures, puzzles, all kinda of stuff can be found from him and you’ll probably get more lol

Will also 100% play with you

Great at playing pretend

Likes to play dress up too

If you want this man in a too-too, your getting him in a too-too and even a tiara if he can find one

Or dresses up like a pirate with an eye patch and fake hook for a hand along with a horrible pirate accent

Also really enjoys coloring with his little

Y’all have like hundreds of coloring books littered all throughout your home

Gets Tang any coloring book he wants and will just sit their coloring how him

Encourages any type of stimming too

Flappy hands, verbal, rocking back and forth, hopping, shimmying, you name it’s he loves it

Never wants someone to feel ashamed that they need to let go and express there emotions through movement or sounds

Likes taking Tang on walks around a park as long as he knows their aren’t many people

So usually it’s at night

He also thinks it’s the best way to get Tang calmed down enough to go to sleep no matter how much Tang denies it

Lemon: alright just a few more laps and we can go home and you can finally go to sleep

Tang: *pouting* I’m not tired

Lemon:* amused at this but not believing it at all* Oh really? Your not tired? Not even in the slightest aye?

Tang: NO! Only babies get tired from walks and I not a baby soo *sticks out tongue*

Lemon: *laughs* Right of course my mistake. Anyways let’s just continue the walk huh? Sound good?

Tang: *calming down slightly but still huffy* I guesss

Lemon:*relieved that Tang didn’t put up to much of a fight* Good now let’s get going

Ten minutes later-

Lemon:*is literally carrying a knocked out cold Tang back into the house*

This man is strong as hell so don’t think he can’t pick someone up cuz let me tell you he can and he will

Really likes physical touch unlike his brother when I’m an older headspace

Hand holding, hugs, cheek or forehead kisses, you name it

He’s usually the one to initiate it especially when it comes to his brother but doesn’t mind at all

He can be kind of strict sometimes but the one thing he seems to be kind of laid back on his eating healthy foods

Obviously he isn’t going to allow you to eat ice cream for dinner (god I wish)

But he also doesn’t mind if his little wants a cookie as a snake or something

As long as he thinks it won’t spoil their appetite for dinner or lunch then he doesn’t mind

Honestly he might join you on your little snack adventure

Really likes doing Tang and Littlebug’s hair for some reason

He doesn’t even know why but he just really like running his finger through their hair I guess

And they definitely don’t complain

He won’t even really do anything different to their hair

He kind of just like playing with it or messing with it

Won’t do anything that they might find embarrassing though

He always puts how they’ll feel about something over about how he’ll feel

He’d feel horrible if he made them uncomfortable

He’s kind of a fuck around and find out kind of caregiver too

If he’s seen Tang or Littlebug doing something the shouldn’t be (and he knows they can’t harm themselves from it) he’ll kind of just supervise what’s going on

Bing believer on them having to see what happens so they don’t do it again

But again only if he knows they can’t get hurt

Speaking of he had a bunch of bandaids with different colors or your favorite character/thing on them

It’s kind of like the stickers

He wants you to feel better after you hurt yourself so having something that makes you happy on you to cover the wound makes him think you’ll feel better ya know

This man cannot cook to save his life let me tell you something

He burnt boiling water one time

So you’ll be eating a bunch of store bought foods instead of homemade ones

But that’s okay

He can’t be good at everything

HOWEVER

He’s strangely very good at baking

Cakes, cupcakes, cookies, scones, all different things

He also loves to bake with his Little

He’s not gonna let you near a hot oven or knife but he’ll definitely let his little one mix some ingredients or crack an egg or two

One time when he was trying to bake some brownies with Tang, poor Tang got into the bag of flour and the literal SECOND Lemon turned his back, flour was everywhere including Tang

Poor Tang had to take a LONG bath afterwards but he got bubbles so he sees it as a win

As for Lemon though

He almost cried but all in the days work of being a caregiver

He’s really just one of them most laid back out of all of them and I love him for it

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I FINALLY FINISHED ATE TALL PROUD OF ME?! I’m so sorry this took so long again. I’d write more but it’s almost 4 and I have to get up around 5 so I’m gonna try and get as much sleep as possible lol. See you guys later💜💜💜💜

@softchonk @thenarryparable @thorin-baby-bear @koala-fluff

[gerardpilled]

the most egregious thing lindsey has directly done is plagerize the getting down the germs cover 🤷 to be clear, fucking stupid when people take this actual case to call her transformative work (like collage or references) plagiarism as well. another case of people appropriating a real fault for their own sexist, obsessive agenda

this is something that has always kinda caught my attention but i never looked further into it until this ask lol. A few months back i did go through a bunch of lindsey hate blogs to see what the talking points were and this one did seem like an actual valid one... except I just found out that the person who made the original isn't even really an artist...

If you don't know, people noticed that the getting down the germs cover art Gerard said was painted by Lindsey had a layout that closely resembled this petri dish photo:

The photo was originally posted by Biochemist Antoine Bridier-Nahmias in 2012 on his tumblr here. When you google his name you find out he is a professor of Biochemistry and actively publishes research. He didn't post much, but in a few asks he describes his work as more of a collection of life that becomes art. You can totally call me out on being too nice here but knowing this, what she's done kinda feels pretty transformative to the original? Yeah she should have credited the photo that inspired her but then again... Gerard was the one who wrote the post LOL he also never said she designed.

So little was actually said about the art, we have no idea if the exchanging of approval was made between Nahmias and her. Idk a lot of assumption to base hatred off of imo

[orxngecrxshback]

hi! im currently using a xenogender u created, it's a hello kitty one described as "calm and understanding" "cute sweet bright and light". the thing is, idk what the xeno is actually called. can u help me with this?

i have a lot of term names and definitions in my notes app from brainstorming and keeping ideas in one place, and i knew i had a note for the big group of sanrio genders we did!! but when i found it, it was just the definitions for each term 💔💔 as a last resort, i copy pasted the definition into google and BAM!!!!! a pinterest link to a post where someone reposted it without permission or credit <3

plot twist: the link i found was one of those weird links that has a different preview than it actually is!!!! however i persisted, and searched the pinterest account to find the term it was supposed to have. i knew it was there because the definition couldn’t have been previewed on google if it didnt exist somewhere nearby. and i found it!!!!!

it’s called quiescolascivic and its flag and definition are right here : )

( p.s idrc anymore if ppl have/do repost our terms. now that orxngecrxsh is gone and we’re most likely not getting it back [cough it’s been like 2 months cough], i’d rather the terms live on through other posts than be lost entirely,,,, even if those other posts pay no mind to the coiner who made the term :’) )

( p.p.s that pinterest account has a lot of terms we coined!!!! if you’re looking for something of ours and can’t seem to find it but know the name and/or definition, pinterest is a good place to look! )

[themacaronking]

Is no one else concerned about the songs on KAFU’s profile that don’t have any producers listed with them?

The Hatsune Miku profile has a few of them too I think, where the artist is just voice synth. Does anyone else know why they’re not credited or where they come from? Are they made by members of her company? I get how posting music onto a much more popular account will get more eyes to it, but surely these people want don’t want to remain anonymous, maybe these are artists who don’t want to be credited? I know making an account to post music on Spotify is tedious too, and I know it’s possible for other people to hack\access another account without permission, is it obviously that though? I’m worried they’re somehow generated? Spotify has a lot of trouble with AI generated music being uploaded to popular profiles, but all the ones I’ve found actually do seem to use KAFU and sound too good to be AI. They could also be covers of pre-existing songs that I just don’t know. I can’t have been the only person to ask this, so sorry if it’s repetitive, I don’t really like KAFU either I just like finding as much voice synth music as I can. And a lot of them sound completely different so I struggle to believe it’s one person.

(That’s the gist of it but you can keep reading if you’d like 💖)

I ask because there’s a couple I really like that I want to see translations of, which I’m sure I can find without asking this, but it doesn’t seem right that these people aren’t being credited. Isn’t something to do with KAFU’s company commissioning people? I know they’ve done that before but then why does it look like no one else cares about the lack of credit. Makes me think there’s a big list of artists somewhere or something. These uncredited KAFU songs are still being uploaded to this day. I assume the art in the album covers is stock imagery or generated too, since I can’t find any credit of that either. I’d reverse image search if I could. And like, actually put the names of the songs into Google to translate or look for any info.

I tried this with an uncredited album called “blocks”. The title is in English and so are all the songs, so I think that’ll be the easiest to find. Yet I got nothing other than the Spotify link and the autogenerated(?) audios on YouTube, which are also just on the KAFU topic.

It’s not hard to find these, I think more than half of the songs on KAFU’s profile are uncredited though I haven’t actually looked. It just annoys me so maybe it seems like more to me idk.

If there’s an answer please link me to it, or if someone else has already asked. I hope this is already an ongoing thing, though I think it’ll be really boring when solved. Interact if you want someone to properly investigate this 🥺I dunno. When searching “KAFU uncredited” in Google I didn’t get any other posts about it.

EXAMPLES AND INFO THAT I COULD FIND:

My favourite uncredited Kafu songs are called, when put through deepl, “Christmas Rose”, “From Liebe/From Leave”, “mermaid”, and “Unsold Lullaby”, the last of which I have managed to find an artist called “Kristallo” for. All their other songs use Kafu but have Kristallo credited as a secondary artist. This lullaby one is the only one that doesn’t I think. This makes me think it may be the case for a lot of others, but Christmas Rose and mermaid are common song names to pinpoint (there are at least two other mermaids featuring Kafu, both are credited but neither of them are this strange one. There’s also Haribote by namigroove which is uploaded to one of their Spotifys (they have a separate English one?) but is also on KAFU’s profile as a separate song (the title isn’t in romaji) without namigroove credited. This could also be the case for some others again. Another weird thing is that when searching Kafu in a playlist with any of these songs in, they don’t come up. All I get is ones from the KAF YOU album. I wondered if there were different Kafu profiles but I could only find one where all of these songs are uploaded too. But when searching for them under Kafu they just don’t appear. That’s probably sone unrelated glitch though.

[nar-nia]

You already know I'm gonna ask you too answer them all

Hehe <3

~M 🐝

and now i have time to do so 🤩 let's go! (I don't know how long ago that was and i'm so sorry, i just found that at the bottom of the editor list)

1. What are your top 2 favourite types of weather? Why?

summer rain and a light spring wind 🤩 both are just comfortable and peaceful

2. What are some youtube video you have watched multiple times and would go back and watch again?

i've already answered that but mostly music mvs!

3. Who have you see live at a concert?

most importantly of course enhypen 🤩 everyone who was at kpop flex (enhypen, ive, g-idle, mamamoo, ab6ix, nct dream and kai) and tiziano ferro, an italian singer

4. Who is ur go to Mario character?

either toad or yoshi!

5. Who is ur comfort streamer(s)?

gronkh! he's a german youtuber and from time to time i come back to watch his old let's plays.

6. How many ppl/gcs have you currently got left unread

4... i'll answer them now.

7. What languages do you listen to music in?

mostly english, german and korean, but occasionally italian, swedish /norwegian, dutch and french too

8. What is one music performance you always go back and watch?

puh... i'd say the mama performances from itzy and enhypen!

9. Whats one WIP (any kind: song, story, art, ect.) you dont know if you will ever finish? Give us a sneak peak or tell us the concept/idea?

i had an idea for a mamma mia retelling with enhypen characters, but i'm not sure if i can pull it off. and yesterday i found the beginning of a story involving jake and a reader who works in a cafe, that i might continue if i get new ideas.

10. Whats ur MBTI?

ISFJ

11. Big spoon? Little spoon? Both?

both, depending on the day and the circumstances 😊

12. Go onto Pinterest (or google or picsart or smth) rn! and put together some sort of outfit you would wear and show us

13. Have you made anything by hand recently? Show it off!

does this count?

14. What is the 107th most recent photo in your gallery?

15. What is your toxic trait? (Non-serious answers only)

gatekeeping heeseung and failing 😔

16. What are you procrastinating rn?

... my bachelors thesis 🤐 (rn it's writing applications for internships)

17. Do you have any plants? What are their names and do they have a personality/any notable traits?

i do! but i also have a history of them dying, so i don't really give them names. i had one called bob but he sadly died at the beginning of this year. i do have two plants on discord which have names! one i can't say because i'd probably have to censor it, but the other one is called wonie 💀

18. Show me another picrew (or 2) you really like!

i don't have any on my phone rn 🥲

19. Whats the most recent reaction meme/image in your camera roll?

.. yeah

20. Have you got any random concepts/plans/ideas sketched or scribbled out on paper somewhere that you want to share?

just some story ideas but those are kept secret 🤫

21. What are 3 songs that are definitely on your road trip playlist. Why them?

Ooh.. good question. I think i'm too indecisive for that

22. Can you drive?

i can but i won't ever do it again

23. Who's the most famous person you have met? How, why, when, where?

i have a picture with three very famous voice actors from germany! and my boss is a famous singer for kids songs.

24. Is there a famous someone you are only a few people away from?

does my boss count?

25. Do you have good time management or are you failing as badly as I am? 💀 Credits to the love @nar-nia for q.25

i am clearly failing

26. Have you got anything (other than this blog) that you want to plug?

not really

27. Do you enjoy giving or receiving things more?

giving!!

28. Show me something you've drawn.

see above 🤭

29. What app/website/game is underrated and you think more people should use/play? Why?

idk but please drop some game recommendations!

30. What is the next social event you have planned? Are you looking forward to it?

a holiday with my parents, and yes!! also an ice skating show.

[magefeathers]

pretty mcfrickin irritated that someone felt entitled to use one of the caps from my sakusa gifset as their icon without asking permission and they didn't even reblog the damn gifset 😒😒😒

[thedarkcoven]

Unbearable Experiment | Cloud Oneshot

{Edit made by me; Pics I used found on Google- I do NOT take credit for the pics}

MINORS DNI !!!! Adult themes ahead !!!!

~ Cloud x Reader ; Y/N is captured by Shinra during a mission. When Cloud finds them, he too falls victim to the painful experiment that can only be fixed with the unthinkable.

Warning:

Smut. Friends to lovers. Sorta non-con (due to experiment). Sex drug gas. Slight angst and fluff. Shy Cloud. Cussing. Unsafe sex. Breeding. Used by Shinra. Oral sex (female receiving). Slight dacryphilia. Overstimulation.

Taglist:

@hauntedadagium

@gabrielasalazar18

@electric-turks

-idk why this idea popped in my head but it did lol

The plan is set and ready to go, all you did now with the other Avalanche members was go over the details of the mission again to make sure everything would be concise and to the tee. Your close friend Cloud, a blonde spiky-haired soldier who saved you from Shinra years ago, smiled slightly and handed you a healing materia to incorporate into your gear since he knew how tough it would be to go into a sector of Shinra's and deal with their pesky security.

Once everyone was one hundred percent ready, you all headed to the train station to wait for your ride to head to the sector. You sigh and rested your head on Jessie's shoulder, playing with her fingers to help calm your nerves with the big mission. Instead of going for reactors like they usually do, you caught word that Shinra was doing some sort of experiments with kidnapping women and you agreed to be bait since Jessie was needed for hacking and bombs.

Cloud pulled you to the side once everyone boarded the train, a worried expression written on his angelic face. His mako-colored eyes stayed glued to his feet as he grabbed your hands in his gloved ones, squeezing them softly before looking into your eyes in search of any doubt that he hoped you would have. He wanted so badly for you to back down because he didn't know exactly how this mission was going to go.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? Jess is more than okay with doing it-." You cut him off by resting your forehead against his chest.

"Yes, Cloud. You worry so much. I'll be fine I promise." You stated looking up into his eyes. "If anything goes wrong... then you can come get me. Okay?"

"I know it's just... The last time you were in Shinra's custody you were all bloodied and bruised-." You placed a soft hand on his cheek, giving him a soft smile.

"I'm strong, Cloud. I got you and I know you'll protect me and make sure that I am okay."

After making your way to the checkpoint you handed them your idea since you already set up the whole "application" for their experiments. Cloud kept telling you not to but you wanted to help the cause not just sit on your ass all the time. You had no idea exactly what the experiments would be you just knew that they needed volunteers and you'd get paid a good amount of Gil.

The security gave a nod and handed you back your ID before calling two soldiers in to escort you to where you would need to go. At any point you didn't feel comfortable or felt like you were being compromised you would be able to let Cloud know through your hidden mic, easing your nerves a bit more. An old doctor greeted you in the room, helping you settle onto the examination table. He smiled as he hooked a heart rate monitor up to you and told you he would be leaving to begin the tests. You gave a nod and rested your head back, your nerves completely gone at this point.

About five minutes passed and you began to feel tingles between your legs, your heart rate spiking as you began to sweat. You felt breathless and all you could do was squirm, rubbing your legs together. Out of all the days you wore a dress why did it have to be today? You let out a whine as you turned over to your side, curling up into fetal position as you felt your inner thighs becoming slick.

"H-ha... I-I don't know what's going on with me." You said out loud, more so to Cloud. "What's happening to me?"

"We are beginning the breeding process. We are preparing your body for breeding. We need you to help us bring more hosts into this world for Sephiroth." The doctor spoke with a sadistic cackle. "With the gas that we are pouring into the room you are inhaling a special drug we developed to send the body into overdrive for breeding. You're like an animal in heat right now."

"S-So hard to breathe." You began to sob, clawing at the pleather covering of the examination bed. "Cloud, please..."

Your

eyes went wide, your mouth practically salivating as Cloud entered the room, throwing the Shinra ID card off to the side before rushing to you. He was too worried about you to realize that the doctor locked the door tightly when it closed to ensure that you couldn't escape. Cloud placed his buster sword on the ground and pulled you into his lap, checking you for any wounds.

It couldn't be helped. The smell of his natural scent with floral and fruity aroma driving you feral as you clawed at his chest while nuzzling your face into his neck to smell him more, squirming uncontrollably in his lap. It didn't take much longer for Cloud to feel the effects of the drug, his strong hands gripping your thigh and back from how he was cradling you.

"Clo-Cloud. It hurts so much." You murmured innocently, looking into his mako eyes.

"Wha-What hurt's?" He swallowed thickly, his cheeks becoming flushed; his skin becoming covered in sweat. Cloud gently put you down onto the bed, pushing your hair back. "Show me where it hurts."

"Right here, Cloud. Please." You pulled his hand against your soaked panties which caused you to throw your head back in the sudden jolt of what felt like electricity.

"What the hell are they doing?" He asked, pulling his hand away, too embarrassed about the situation.

"Come now, Soldier. Help her out. You both NEED it. It hurts doesn't it? If you don't do something right now you both will pass out soon from the intense pain." The doctor laughed out through the speaker.

"Please, Cloud. I need you. I need you to touch me." You begged, clawing at your dress. "Get it off me." Cloud was quick to strip you both of your clothes before leaning over you.

He shuddered with a whine at the feeling of the cold air against his throbbing shaft, his lips brushing against yours, his hips rutting towards you in desperation. He knew he shouldn't. You meant so much to him but it hurt too much and seeing you in pain broke his heart. He kissed your lips softly before kissing down and spreading your legs. The feeling of his breath against your soaked cunt caused you to cry out, tears streaking down your cheeks while gripping the edge of the table.

Cloud groaned and swiped his tongue against your weeping core, almost losing himself completely to the drug as he rutted against the pleather, smearing his precum as he sucked and licked at your clit. He couldn't help but watch you through his lashes. The faces you made as he shoved his tongue into your pussy made him growl and moan against you, shooting vibrations through you that were amplified from the drug.

"Fuck this..." Cloud crawled up and pinned your wrists down on either side of your head as he shoved himself into you, your slick making it easy for him to glide in. You both moaned out in sync, his jaw clenching as his eyes flutter closed. Cloud was having a hard time keeping it together... keeping from destroying you right then and there.

"Cloud!! Please. Please. Fuck me. I want your cum so bad. Yesyesyes, Cloud! I've wanted this for so long!" You sobbed out while arching your back and causing him to hit your sweet spot. At that moment you were a blabbering mess and probably didn't make any sense to Cloud but you just couldn't help the emotions that were spilling from you.

"Yeah? Have you been thinking about me driving my dick into you? How many times have you thought about me stretching you open?" The sound of such lewd things coming from Cloud made your mind dizzy.

"Everyday. Want you to fuck me during a mission... want you to fuck me when you're stressed after a long day from fighting. I want your cum, Cloud. Please just give it to me!!" You begged, looking up into his eyes with a tear-soaked face.

"That's right. All mine. You're

all mine to fill up." He pressed his lips to yours, sliding his tongue into our mouth as he continued to fuck you animalistically.

It didn't take long for Cloud to roll over until you were on top, his hands gripping your ass to hold you in place as he fuck you roughly before throwing his head back. Your pussy tightened around the base of his shaft at the feeling of his cum spilling into your pussy, some leaking out slightly.

Once the drug wore off, Cloud lay there unable to move, looking away from you with shame and embarrassment. He let out a shaky breath as you pulled of from him, the feeling of his spend trickling down your leg reminding you what just happened. You don't know why but all you could do was cry, knowing you both couldn't take this back. Soon the others would be here for you both and you'd have to act as if nothing happened.

Later that night as you and Cloud sat in silence in the shared room, Cloud was the first to break the silence. He sat up, placing a hand up to his head as tears rolled down his cheeks. He felt like he hurt you, his heart stinging with knowing you would never look at him the same.

" 'M so so so sorry, Y/N. I couldn't control myself." You wrapped your arms around him tightly and squeezed him softly.

"Don't be, Cloud. What's done is done and I already confessed my feelings toward you. What I said back there I meant it... even though I have more romantic thoughts about you than just intimate like that..."

"I love you, Y/N... But are you really willing to take on my burdens?" You smiled as you wiped away his tears.

"I love you too, Cloud. I will always be with you no matter what. No matter what happens...no matter what fate has in store for us I will take on your burdens with you. You're my everything, Cloud."

[aprilrainsimblr]

DA:O to TS3 herbology set conversion

I know, I know, this is a bit underwhelming, especially coupled with an ugly preview. But bear with me, something way more exciting is coming this weekend.

What can I say? I love Dragon Age: Origins, I loved running around collecting elfroot and deathroot, and I definitely appreciated the new herbs added in Awakening. Did I ever craft something with them? Nah, couldn’t be bothered. But I wanted to have them in TS3 for some obscure reason, so here they are. 

The set contains ten plants: elfroot, deathroot, blood lotus, madcap, rashvine, some randos and a rather ugly shrub. Everything is recolourable and low-poly, but these models are more than a decade old, and it shows. I think their value lies more in the nostalgia, but maybe someone will want them too! They all cost 5 simoleons and can be found in decor->plants section.

Download (google drive)

Alternative download (dropbox)

Credits to Bioware for the textures and meshes. See under the cut for previews and more info.

Elfroot

LOD0: 398 polygons

Two recolourable channels: the leaves and the stems. Nothing more to add, he is perfect and I love him.

Deathroot and tiny deathroot

LOD0: 582 polygons

Two recolourable channels: the flowers and the green parts. Also it’s freakin huge!

The original model is slightly taller than a default-sized adult sim. That’s why I also made a baby deathroot for those of us who are too lazy to use OMSPs every time lol.

Blood lotus

LOD0: 276  polygons

Possibly the ugliest of the bunch, but I’m a completionist so I couldn’t have left it unconverted. It has two recolourable channels (the flowers and the stems/leaves) but I forgot to take a picture, I’m sorry.

Rashvine nettle

LOD0: 582 polygons

Two recolourable channels: the flowers and the green parts.

Madcap

LOD0: 494 polygons

Three recolourable channels: the green parts, the petals and the centre of the flowers.

Tiny flowers 1

LOD0: 296 polygons

Three recolourable channels: the stems, the petals and the centre of the flowers.

Tiny flowers 2

LOD0: 198 polygons

Three recolourable channels: the stems, the petals and the centre of the flowers.

Plant 1

LOD0: 289 polygons

Two recolourable channels: the leaves and the stems. It’s a beautiful little plant, but unfortunately it has transparency issues from some angles because DA:O meshes don’t have backfaces.

Cool plant

LOD0: 370 polygons

Three recolourable channels: the stems, the petals and the centre of the flower.

Mediocre-looking shrub

LOD0: 648 polygons

Three recolourable channels: the stems, the leaves and the small patch of soil underneath.

Idk what else I can add. Leave a like if you hate Orlais.

[buckybarnesdiaries]

a place called home

© credits to the author, i found it on google. if you own it, send me a message to add your @.

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Request by @dora-wolfram-blog: Hi <3 so happy to see your requests are open! How about ex Avenger reader who can manipulate the forces of nature and she comes to help Sam? (Idk maybe calling fish from the sea so his family can sell and earn enough money for the boat?) There she meets Bucky who she briefly met after endgame and they get to know each other? Domestic stuff is my weak spot so thank you so much luv u <3

word count: 1.206 words.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a gentleman and sam a pain in the ass as always.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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Saying that Bucky and you were friends wasn’t something exactly. You fought together a couple of times before you retired from superhero life. Like many of them, the war had finished and you chose calm over being a private agent. More or less like the ex-soldier, with the difference that he went to New York and you didn’t be able to find a home until Sam made you a call. He was quite the opposite of Bucky for you, connecting since the very first second you met. After he told you about his sister’s financial trouble, he offered you a roof to sleep under in exchange for your powers to control the tide and promote the movement of fish stocks. Of course, it was a hit, and you finally found peace in Delacroix. A celebration was inevitable, it was part of Wilsons’ DNA, but you weren’t expecting Bucky to show up with Sam; although he told you in your last call that they were working together. Or something like that.

As soon as your eyes laid on him among the crowd, you knew he had changed after more than six months without seeing each other. You couldn't help but feel happy for Bucky when you saw him smiling for the first time. He had a beautiful and innocent smile, seeming like a new man. Renovated, with want to live, enjoying playing with kids and talking to old men about war stories.

You had placed your back against an oak column, away from the crowd but close enough to check on everyone, in case they need help with anything. A beer was resting against your lips, doubting on continuing drinking, lost in your thoughts. There was something about Bucky going from one side to another, laughing unworried, that had fully captivated your attention. You weren't able to stop looking at him, chuckling when you saw one of Sam's nieces putting a magnet with the form of a crab on his left arm.

“I have that teen-in-love's face on camera”.

You frowned at Redwing some inches away from your face. As a response, you tried to slap it down. But your friend was faster than you controlling that thing.

“He looks good, uh?”

“Oh, shut up…” You replied by clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, having a sip from your drink to put your eyes away to the sea.

“He asked if you'd be here… Just saying”.

“Shut up, Samuel!” You implored, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

As the night went on and the guests started to leave, Sarah asked you to take Jim and Jody home while she stayed there cleaning with his brother about the business. You were exhausted too, and she noticed it. And after saying your goodbyes, you headed to the parking where your car was stationed, carrying the younger Wilson onto your arms —peacefully sleeping— as his big brother was yawning loudly. At that point, you realized that it was going to be a tough mission to put them in the car.

“Wait! Lemme help”.

The male voice coming from behind you made you turn around and before you could react, Bucky was taking Jody from your arms to his. You smirked softly in response, looking for the key in the right pocket of your jacket to unlock the car. The soldier tucked the younger in the back seat, placing the belt around him as Jim occupied the other side of the SUV.

“It's been good to see you”. You said after closing the door, staying outside in front of him.

“Same”. He replied, not knowing what else to say.

Puckering your lips and clapping the key on your palm, you nodded with your chin, feeling the nerves running through your veins. “Good night, Bucky”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

You gave him your back, sighing inappreciably, to open the pilot's place and came in.

“He— Hey, wait”.

“Uh?”

“Sam told me… you were tired. I might give you a ride back home. I can wait for him there”. The offering made you glance towards him, already sitting in your car but with a leg rest on the ground. “If you want, I mean…”

Of course he did (...). That son of a bitch had the audacity to push you onto the other. You bit your inner cheek, landing your eyes on the wheel. Yes, you were tired. You woke up at five to sail with Sarah, then you organized the party and cooked for it. You hadn't had a single second of rest during the whole day. And Sam took advantage of it, feeling like he was some kind of Cupido. And you had to recognize that it was also very considerate coming from Bucky.

“I'd appreciate it… actually”. You ended up agreeing, stepping out to give him the keys and ceding your seat.

The ride was silent between the two of you, hearing some quiet indie music playing on the radio while you fought against your brain to stay awake. Luckily, it didn't take him too long to reach Sarah's house —although you were barely keeping your eyes open at this point. Again, he helped you with the kids, walking indoors and following you to their respective rooms. You tucked Jim and Jody on their beds, making sure they were comfy before placing a kiss on their foreheads and wishing them a good night. Bucky had rested his back against the wall, in front of the elder’s room, just waiting for you. And you could swear that you saw him briefly smirking because of the tenderness in your actions.

After closing the last door, you waved your head to urge him to follow you downstairs to the living room. With an exhausted sigh escaping your lips, you let your body fall on the sofa, curling on a side of it to give Bucky some space. You couldn’t help but yawn, turning on the TV by using the control remote.

“It’s good to have a home to come back”.

“Yeah… After all the shitty situations we’ve been through… We deserved a rest, don’t you think?” You replied grabbing a cushion from the floor, using it as a pillow over the armrest. “Sorry, I… I’m deadly tired…”

“Come here, that will hurt when you wake up”.

Bucky didn’t hesitate on beckoning to his arms, taking off his boots heel against heel to place both legs over the coffee table. You didn’t resist, knowing it would be comfier by his way. Sitting up, you lied to the opposite side, being wrapped instantly and snuggled against his warm body. Shameless, you rest your head on his right forearm, practically laying over his lap. But you felt good. You felt like it was a good reward after a long day, rolling down your eyelids and focusing on the caresses in your hair you didn’t know you needed.

For a moment, your mind wandered and fantasized about this last hour being part of your real life. Putting your kids to sleep and then cuddle with your husband till falling asleep. Smell Bucky’s strong and edgy scent. Your hands scratching his back. His fingertips stroking your scalp. Your legs laced (...)

Oh, God, Sam. What did you do?

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[babyyweebbitch]

AOT characters with an s/o who was a teen mom(modern au) part two

part one | currently on part two |

cw: talk about teen pregnancy, slight ooc(??), age gap with levi (??, i made him like 33-35 because idk how old this mf is, google gave me 70 different answers)

** owl credit -> here **

levi ackerman

this was one of the things you told levi when you first started dating, just so he didn’t come over (once y’all got that comfortable) randomly and was surprised by 14 year old. you explained you got pregnant at around 13-14 from making decisions too fast and levi was surprisingly accepting. he made a secret promise to himself that he would try to be the best step dad as possible — he’s not gonna replace your sons dad obviously but he’ll try to a good step dad

he was nervous to meet your son for the first time, he wanted to make a good impression so he cleaned up his house a bit more, make some tea and some snacks for the three of you and then let you guys over. the two boys got along very well and your son taught him about social media (has a surprisingly good amount of tiktok followers, levi was flabbergasted to say the least)

teaches him about teas, cleaning and other things he likes. i feel like levi would have hobbies that 90% of teenagers wouldn’t like doing nowadays but your son is the type of person to like learning about anything and everything (spoiler alert they have tea wednesdays for the guys only. sorry mom!)

would be genuinely confused about tiktok trends and videos he does. he would kinda just sit or stand there like 🕴🏽 the entire video unless he has to talk/answer questions. he obviously gives him permission to post them because he’s not that mean (everyone loves the two together)

dispite not likeing the dad he will still drop your son off every weekend either with you or for you. he just doesn’t talk to him like you and your son so he just kinda stands there and reacts accordingly. will only talk to him if he asks a question (you kinda to talk to him only about your son but that’s it)

the type to bring your son his lunch during lunch at school. he thinks he deserves a fresh warm mean instead of it having to sit in his backpack all day and get cold or soggy if it’s a sandwich (he does the same for you don’t worry)

onyankopon

just like hange he knew you had a daughter and was there for the birth. he was there for you and your daughter the entire time then after three years you turned 18 started dating him

i have a headcannon he likes fashion and stuff like that so he and your daughter always match together on “daddy-daughter days” and he also watches fashion shows with her and they talk about what they liked most

he wears anything and everything she makes for him. he will proudly show off his new bracelet like “yeah — my daughter made this for me 😌✨” with the happiest look on his face as he shows off his new bracelet along with the seven others he has on

you’re probably wondering where the dad is? well the dad kinda just fucking ✨poof✨ once he found out you were pregnant. which means your daughter will always think onyankopon is her biological dad until you two finally tell her the truth, but let’s not think about that right now — let’s enjoy everything before that talk 😁

totally cried on her first day of school — you had to reassure him she’ll be okay and that she’s gonna make new friends, he has fears she will be bullied by other kids for the next 12 years of public school. (he’s asked more than once if y’all could homeschool her, he’s surprisingly really good at math. just never ask him about science, he’s horrible at it)

takes pictures/videos of literally everything. when she started walking best believe he has like 20 different videos. when she started talking he had hundreds of videos of her saying random words she’s learned from you two. my man had to buy a few terabytes for his phone because he absolutely REFUSES to delete anything from his gallery

yelena (i’m such a simp pls 😌✨)

6’7.5 mommy 😩

so anyway ignore that 😀

i feel like yelena would want kids but she’s not birthing them, she’d either let her girlfriend deal with the pregnancy, adopt or be a step mom so she was every excited once you told her you already have a 4 year old son and promised she would do her best for not just you but him

i feel like she spoils you both alot, like buying you guys whatever you want, doing nice things even though you say not to spend all her money on you both but it makes her happy to her you two happy

she loves to hold/carry your son everywhere. again you have to tell her she can’t do that a lot because he’s gonna always wanna be carried and never wanna walk anywhere. she pouted a bit and then agreed. so now she’s always holding his hand whenever they go somewhere instead of carrying him

she loves you both and will do literally anything to make you both happy. she’d die for the both of you even though she never says it out loud. you and your son are the only things she’s got right now, the only thing really keeping her going so of course she’s gonna walk to the moon and back twice for you both

i didnt know what else to write 🥲

disclaimer: i do not own or claim to own any of the characters from Attack on titan or the show itself. this is simply a fan writing for entertainment purposes only.

[elfwoodfae]

Hey everyone, I have been thinking if anyone would mind if I do different kinds of fanfics here too or would you all prefer if I did a side blog for it? Anyhow let me know and here is a little snippet of a fic I have been working on for Encanto, for Bruno, and yes I have fallen down the wagon, this movie has healed me and I have no shame. :)

Idk who made this gif I found it on google but all credits to the owner.

His hands grip at the skin on your waist, lips brushing over the exposed skin of your shoulder, a sigh mingles with a moan leaving his mouth, he can’t do this, is wrong, is taboo, is forbidden but he is a starved man, he has starved himself for far too long and you look so soft, so delicious he can’t help but close his eyes, worried that the sight of glowing green will throw you off like it has others in the past, his mind wanders but not for long before your mouth is bringing him back to you, teeth biting his earlobe, your moans fill his ears as he fills you, feeling how you steal away any sanity he has left, any thoughts and any breath. You take all he is, all he will ever be, not even his visions could ever compare with the feeling of you; you are a addicting, intoxicating and hypnotizing, you trance him in a way not even his hardest visions can.

[the-daily-multi-fandom-post]

I do?

Requested: yes! By @maximes-world

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x fiancé reader

Warnings: angst, miscarriage, it’s sad, cussing?, bridezilla, idk what else.

A/n: I don’t own gif nor the picture of the wedding gown. Wedding gown and bouquet pic came from Google. Credit to owners of the gif and pic. Hope you like this, hopefully I have got everything you requested. Hope y’all have a wonderful holiday season merry Christmas! Happy holidays!

Place & time: Mystic falls Virginia, before they turned

When I first met Stefan Salvatore I never thought he would be my husband. I thought we would always be just best friends, nothing more nothing less. Boy, am I happy to be wrong.

I’ve always lived in mystic falls. My family, the L/n family was apart of the founding families in Mystic falls. I was just a wee child when I first met Stefan. I practically grew up with him. He was my best friend, and Damon was like my big brother.

I remember meeting them as a tiny child. I’m not even sure how I remember it. I must’ve been only three or four.

I was so shy it’s embarrassing to think about. We had just got out of our horse drawn carriage in front of the Lockwood mansion, it was a small dance they were having with all the founding families together.

My tiny 3 year old self was wearing a purple ball gown fitted for a three year old. I could barely stand in my dress it was heavy. But I had to be there with my family. My mother held my hand as my father held her arm, leading us into the house.

“Hello, Mr. l/n. Mrs. L/n. Miss, L/n.” I shyly nodded at Mr. Lockwood practically hiding in my Mothers Emerald green ball gown.

“If you would like you may go play with the other children.” Mr. Lockwood had bent down to my level. I looked up at my mom would had nodded. “You all my come in. I’ll get one of the helpers to lead Y/n to the other children.” I held my moms hand as we all walked into the giant mansion.

You have to remember I was so tiny!! So the giant Mansion was even bigger for me as a wee child.

A lady of color had came over to me. A smile on her face and in my own. The lady was Miss. Sipsi. I had grown use to seeing her when I had to go to these things with my parents. Miss, Sipsi was magical (a witch I had learned when I had gotten older). I never knew how she did thing she had done. She could make a flower crown in a insistent. A cloudy day a bright sunny day. And she had taught me a few things when my family had visit the Lockwood family. Somehow she taught me to do magic. Just a few small things.

When I seen him I hid in Miss. sipsis dress. She chuckled, shaking her head as she gave me a small nudge. “It’s okay, these boys are nice.” I was the only girl in the whole group. “Mr. Salvatore?” Two boys turned towards Sipsi.

“Yes ma’am?” They both spoke at the same time walking over to Miss. Sipsi. “Boys this is Y/n l/n. Her father is one of the founding fathers of mystic falls just like your father. Stefan was about 5 years old and Damon was 13.

“Nice to meet you.” Damon smiled at the little girl. She nodded as she shyly waved. “This is my little brother Stefan. He’s around your age.” Damon spoke softly so he wouldn’t scare y/n.

From then on they became friends. They (Y/n and Stefan) would play around the houses. Stefan was her best friend and Damon was like her older brother.

As time went in they got closer and closer. Nothing could come in between them. When Y/n turned 16 her parents decided it was time for her to get married. Back in those times the parents would arranging their marriage. They couldn’t chose for themselves.

Y/n and Stefan were already courting. They would go to dances together, walk through the town and go to the school house together. They had fallen in love.

One summer night something happened that probably shouldn’t have happened. (They did the deed). They had a passionate night in the barn of the L/n plantation.

Weeks after that night Y/n began getting sick in the mornings. She would throw up all the contents in her stomach. Sometimes certain foods would trigger the sickness. Y/n was worried she was getting sick so she went to Miss, Sipsi. She would be able to tell Y/n if anything was wrong.

Miss sipsi came up to Y/ns room and immediately knew what was the problem. There was a very small bump on her tummy that was not there weeks ago.

“Oh honey.” Miss Sipsi said as she held your hair as you had puked. “Whats wrong with me?” You asked as you wiped your mouth with a wet wash cloth.

Miss sipsi felt an energy coming from Y/n and smiled. “You’re going to have a baby.” She spoke with a small smile. “What? I can’t they’ll take it away from me because I’m not married.” You were worried they would take the child from you since it was wrong for a woman to conceive a child before marriage.

“It’s okay. You and Stefan are due to be married in a few months. Well just make sure your dresses can’t show the baby.” Y/n smiled and nodded hugging Miss. sipsi. Happy and nervous tears poured from her eyes. “Thank you! Thank you!” She cried knowing Miss sipsi was the most loyal person she knew.

Months passed and it was time for the wedding. You walked into the Salvatore yard looking at your fiancé Stefan. Damon your soon-to-be brother in law bump Stefans shoulder as you came into view.

“Miss. L/n.” Damon smiled bowing his head down politely in greeting. “Mr. Salvatore, lovely day is it not?” You smiled as Stefan took you into his arms. His hands subconsciously going to rest on the covered baby bump. Stefan and Damon were told right after you had found out. You made them swear to not tell anyone. In fear you would lose the child because you weren’t married.

Through out the pregnancy you had some problems. You would get random cramps and would sometimes spot. You would freak out and ask Sipsi if everything was okay and she would assure you everything was fine. But today you knew something was wrong.

You were big pregnant like, 37 weeks almost time for the baby. Tomorrow was your wedding and you were freaking out! We’re they going to see the baby bump through the wedding dress? Was this good enough? Are you ready for marriage?

You were walking inside of the Salvatore house when you felt sharp pains in your lower stomach then pressure. You cried out falling to the floor holding your baby bump. Stefan and Damon came running to you. Miss sipsi, who became your helper ran towards you.

“I think somethings wrong with the baby.” You said as blood covered your dress. You cried as you felt more pain.

“Take her to her room!” Miss sipsi ordered. “Whats happening?” Y/n cried as Stefan laid her in her bed. “The baby, it’s gone.” Miss sipsi said as she placed her hand on your tummy feeling how the energy from the baby was gone. You sobbed as you place a hand on the bump.

You had to give birth to a still born baby. It was one of the worst feelings you have ever felt. You squeezed stefans hand as you gave birth to the baby. He too was crying, knowing he would never be able to watch his child grow up.

The cleaned the baby handing her to you. You sobbed hardened as the laid the lifeless baby on your chest letting hold her. “I’m so sorry.” You cried as you kissed her small head. Stefan cried as he kissed your forehead. His arms wrapped around you as he sat beside you in the bed.

“We still have to name her.” You said as you wiped the tears from your eyes. Stefan nodded as he looked down at the small baby. “Anana Lilian Salvatore.” Stefan smiled nodding as tear flooded his eyes, clouding his vision.

“Anana means a gift from the gods, Lilian purity also it was your mother’s name and Salvatore your last name.” You told Stefan as you wiped his tears with your free hand.

They took the baby and Stefan held you as the two of you cried. Tomorrow was the wedding would it still go on? Everything was set up, ready to have you Stefan married. Your mother had made your wedding gown, would you let all her work go to waste?

You looked at stefan. He was laid beside you asleep. You ran your hand through his luscious locks and smiled, kissing his shoulder that was right beside you. He stirred awake and looked at you and gave you a soft smile.

“Hi beautiful.” He greeted pulling you closer and kissing your lips softly. “Hi.” You whispered against his lips.

“It’s morning.” You whispered as you lied your head in his shoulder as his arms tangled around your body.

“Today’s the wedding.” He mumbled, his sleep present in his voice. You nodded as you began to think. “Do we have to have the wedding today?” You asked as you closed your y/e/c eyes.

“I think we should. It can give you something to think about get your mind off things. Plus your mom has worked hard on your beautiful dress I can’t wait to see you in. Your cousin Hannah has been so excited to go to a wedding. And, she’s made your bouquet with those beautiful flowers from the garden.” He wasn’t pressuring you to have the wedding. He just wanted you to not regret not having the wedding.

You nodded and gave him a small smile. Trying to make it a genuine smile. “Okay.”

The day continued and you were getting ready for your wedding. Your mother hemmed the beautiful white wedding gown to fit you better.

You heled the bouquet and smiled as you felt like a princess. You were glad Stefan talked you into having the wedding.

Your wedding dress and bouquet:

You smiled as you heard everyone gathering inside the church. Your father smiled as he seen you for the first time in your wedding gown.

“You are not allowed to cry, father.” You spoke wiping your eyes so you wouldn’t cry.

“Sorry, I just can’t believe my little girl is all grown up.” Your father had no clue about your pregnancy or miscarriage. You only told Stefan, Damon, your mother and Sipsi. You didn’t want to see the look of disappointment on your fathers face.

“Soon enough you’ll have children of your own and you’ll be saying the same thing.” He said as he place a sweet fatherly kiss on your temple.

As the wedding went on your father walked you down the isle. Stefan was smiling as he stood at the end of the isle. To his right was the preacher and to the left Damon.

Y/n smiled as she held onto her fathers arm with one arm and her other held her bouquet.

At the end of the isle your father stood there smiling. The whole town watched as the towns lover birds got married. Each one of them happy for the amazing couple.

“Do you promise to love and cherish y/n; For better or worst, in sickness and in Health, richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” He vowed, smiling brightly as he sliped the gold and diamond wedding ring onto her left ring ringer.

“I do.” Y/n vowed slipping his gold wedding band onto his finger. Smiling as she slipped the ring in his finger.

“Well, by the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband in wife. You may now kiss your bride.” Stefan and Y/n smiled brightly as the two sealed the wedding with a kiss. Everyone in the church clapping and celebrating.

Hours went by and it was night time. Y/n and Stefan went inside of their house. A big two level house right on the outskirts of town. Miss sipsi came to knocking on the door with a gift.

They welcomed the woman in and opened the bag. “Baby clothes?” Y/n asked as she looked through the bag confused. Y/n looked up at miss. sipsi confused and asked why she was giving her baby clothes.

“Y/n, you need to see this.” Y/n followed the sound of her husbands voice when she heard cooing.

“Oh, my god.” She gasped seeing her baby alive and well. “How?” She asked her friend, unable to wrap her mind around the fact her still born baby was now alive.

“I talked to the witch ancestors. They allowed me to bring the child back. They thought it was worth the sacrifice. Saying the child would be special, unlike any other child in the world.” Y/n cried as she rushed over to Sipsi hugging the small woman happily. “Thank you so, so much!” She cried hugging the woman so tight she couldn’t move. “I’m forever in your debt. If there is anything I can do for you say the words.”

Sipsi smiled hugging Y/n and giving her a motherly type kiss on her forehead. “Young lady, you’ve done so much for me. I am just repaying a favor.” She smiled as she watched y/n get to hold her baby.

“I found the crib in a store and knew I had to get it for you. I traded a few quilts and two chickens for it.” Y/n smiled as she held the baby close to her chest. “Thank you so much!” Stefan spoke, hugging the woman tightly. The two were so thankful for what Sipsi had done. They knew if they could do anything for Sipsi they would.

From then on they lived happily ever after...

[astarkey]

Tagged by @yossariandawn Thank youuuuuuuuu!!! 🥰💓 It’s the same as the previous tagged game I did, except video edition; and believe it or not, I used to be a video editor back in the day when I was in middle school and high school (in like the early years of youtube and myspace lmao). But then I just ended up uploading some of video/animation projects I did in college. 

WIP Game: Vidder Edition

How many vids have you uploaded: 17 (1 was taken down because of music copyright and 3 weren’t on youtube and are just floating around in the internet void I guess)

What programs do you use to edit? I used Windows Movie Maker

What are your top 5 vids by views? (or comments or likes, whatever metric you want to use for ranking): I’m just going by views, so here they are lol.

Kingdom Hearts - Exodus 04 (Double J Radio Mix) (Warning: Flashing)

Aaliyah - Sure Thing

Aaliyah’s Amnesia (It might be blocked because of music copyright)

Untitled (A Kingdom Hearts Tribute)

Miss You Love (Silent Hill 2 & 3 Tribute)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I used to, but I haven’t gone back to those videos in years 😬

What’s the vid you've edited with the happiest ending? Sora & Kairi - No Air

What’s the vid you've edited with the angstiest ending? The Miss You Love vid.

Do you edit crossovers? Uh... I can’t remember if I did. I don’t think so.

Have you received hate on a vid? Not really. I’ve gotten some thumbs down, but nothing serious.

Have you ever had a vid stolen? Yeah. Before youtube, there was google videos, and I uploaded a Kingdom Hearts fanvid that had the song from the Rugrats movie called “Take Me There” and like after google video was down, I found my video that somebody uploaded on youtube. I can’t find it anymore since I guess it’s taken down lmfao, but I had my old username in the credits (astarkey3) and that’s how I knew that was mine!

Have you ever worked on a collab before? No.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? Sethkate obviously lol.

What’s a WIP edit that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I was experimenting in OpenToonz of doing a rotoscope of Kate swimming at the pool in ep.4, but the program is just so hard to understand, I don’t think I’ll ever get back to it.

What are your editing strengths? I like to have a narration when I used to edit, like telling a story and separate clips to make it match with the story I’m trying to tell. Also, cutting scenes and having them match with the beat of the song. It’s like I want the narrative, but I also want the music to be important to the story as well.

What are your editing weakness? Idk lol, I can’t remember what I had problems with other than staying up late on school nights working on fanvids and trying to accomplish them in one night than doing school work 🤣 I have no idea how I did back then.

What are your thoughts on using V/O's and subtitles? I actually used subtitles from Kingdom Hearts 2 for a fanvid I was doing (It’s this one if anyone’s curious [Roxas/Namine’ Final Goodbye]. And I think that was the one time I used them to fit with the narrative I was going for, even though some subtitles were like backwards and were sort of unnecessary lol). I would like to use voice over’s one day in one of my vids lol.

What are your thoughts on effects and transitions? I used them all the time lol. Depends on the tone of the vid to make them effective. If it was like an upbeat song and upbeat vid, I used white fade-in for quick flashes, and for melancholy vids that are angsty I used black fade-ins and fade-outs. Sometimes I would use crossfades and others I spliced scenes to make it look like one scene fits with the other. It’s hard to explain, but the Exodus and Amnesia videos are good examples.

What was the first fandom you edited for? Kingdom Hearts

What’s your favorite edit you've ever made? The Silent Hill one is my favorite by far. Like... if you know the context of the game series and know the context of that song (which is NOT a love song lmfao, it’s like deeper than that), it’s just my favorite one because it’s like my interpretation and a character analysis of most of the characters and it’s like they’re missing something they want, and love seems to be a recurring theme in the series. Like James, well he misses his wife that he loves; Angela misses her mom and wants that love and nurture from a parent that she probably never received but she hoped or longed for; Maria doesn’t want to be alone and wants to be loved, and she was literally born out of James’ subconscious to love him, even though repeatedly he denies his love for her; Eddie wants to feel loved and accepted but he’s never gotten that because everyone around him has bullied him; Heather, like obviously there’s a wall she’s built up around herself when she speaks to men and she’s quick to be defensive, especially when it comes to mentioning her dad, who is the only man she’s ever cared about and loved because he’s been so protective of her for all these years, and when he died, it’s like her world came crashing down and that protection and love, it’s gone and it’s like she still has to put that wall up, but on the inside she’s mourning the loss of the one person who really truly loved her as if she was his very own daughter. So yeah, there’s a sense of love and there’s a sense of loss, and it’s like you kinda ask youself, “Is it possible to feel that way again, or one day know what it feels like to love or be loved?” IT’S DEPRESSING AS HELL, BUT I LOVE IT!!! Also the editing was on point! I wanna give my younger self a high-five lol.

Tagging anyone who’s a video editor that wants to do this!!! 🤗💖

[not-delicious-milk]

unspoken

pairing | fushiguro megumi x itadori yuuji, kugisaki nobara x zenin maki

content | um i think this counts as slow burn maybe, idk instrospection? sort of fluffy and sort of angsty? just two emotionally constipated bois and one (1) really bad wingman. or maybe a great wingman. depends on how you look at it. i think this is funny.

word count | 3.2k

form | oneshot

originally posted | 30 December 2020

author's note | i really wanted to make a joke about sukuna having 2 dicks but unfortunately there was no opportunity to. also i did all that research about heian period courtship and what did it amount to? like 3 sentences

He met Fushiguro's eyes, and balked slightly at their intensity. They always seemed to bore right through him, as if his skin was glass and Fushiguro interested himself more in what lay underneath. Not that there's anything he cares about in there.

"You're not hurt, are you? I did push you kind of hard."

Yuuji shook his head quickly. "No, I'm fine." He tried to set his mouth in a neutral line, like Fushiguro so often did.

Fushiguro nodded curtly, and turned to leave, back to where Ijichi was waiting with the car. Yuuji's fingers twitched.

or

yuuji doesn't know how to talk to fushiguro. sukuna "helps."

Fushiguro sure looks nice today. 

Yuuji sighed and looked away. He really needed to focus on the mission. There was a grade 2 curse somewhere on the premises of this abandoned building, and if he kept staring at Fushiguro, he'd probably get— 

"Look out!" Yuuji was only briefly aware of the curse's presence before he was aware of concrete, a dull throbbing in his side as he realized Fushiguro just saved him — again — and was busy siccing his Divine Dog on the curse that appeared while he was distracted. 

This is embarrassing, he grumbled to himself. 

You've got that right.

Yuuji did his best to tune out Sukuna's voice as he got up and into battle position. Fushiguro seemed to have the situation under control, so he focused on cleaning up the lower-grade curses swarming around them. 

Something flickered at the edge of his perception. This time, he wouldn't be caught off guard — Yuuji launched himself at the curse on the other end of the room, intercepting it before it had the chance to so much as look at Fushiguro.

"I didn't need your help for that one," scoffed Fushiguro as his Divine Dog slunk back into his shadow. "Honestly, I could have done this alone. Don't know why you insisted on coming."

Yuuji bit back a retort. "I need the experience, right?"

He met Fushiguro's eyes, and balked slightly at their intensity. They always seemed to bore right through him, as if his skin was glass and Fushiguro interested himself more in what lay underneath. Not that there's anything he cares about in there. 

"You're not hurt, are you? I did push you kind of hard." 

Yuuji shook his head quickly. "No, I'm fine." He tried to set his mouth in a neutral line, like Fushiguro so often did. 

Fushiguro nodded curtly, and turned to leave, back to where Ijichi was waiting with the car. Yuuji's fingers twitched. 

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Movie night was usually somewhat less stressful than fighting a curse. Usually. 

The film was something Yuuji was pretty sure Gojo-sensei had found at the very back of the clearance shelf. The DVD store probably paid him to take it off their hands. It wasn't even so bad it was good, it was just bad. 

Kugisaki had fallen asleep somewhere in the middle of the opening credits. At first, he'd been a little confused and concerned for her health — it was only 6 pm, after all — but sneaking a peek at her phone screen when it lit up intermittently afforded him all the clues he needed. Kugisaki had been texting Maki-senpai, probably for a while, and probably all night. 

Her phone screen lit up again — they were a few hours into the movie, and surely Maki realized she wasn't going to respond, right? Yuuji strained his eyes and recognized the thumbnail of what could only be described as a cursed image. Is that a floating banana? What the— 

Something stirred in his chest. Jealousy? Why? Because Maki and Kugisaki had only been texting for a couple of weeks, and they already shared inside jokes that made Kugisaki laugh like a hyena in the middle of the night? Because they never needed to ask, to confirm, before sharing something — a word, a bag of chips, a seat, a jacket? Because when Kugisaki looked at Maki, with that vulnerability in her eyes that she always disguised with harsh words and thinly veiled threats of violence, Maki looked back?

Yuuji couldn't stop himself from looking at the other person on the couch with him. Fushiguro looked like he was going to cry of boredom. Or punch someone. Or both. 

Should I switch the movie? I don't think he likes it. 

Well, Gojo-sensei picked it. He would probably be offended.

Yuuji looked around. His teacher was conspicuously absent. No way! He's the one who forced us all to watch this shit, and he just leaves before it's over?

"Hey, um…" The question was past his lips before he could stop himself. "Fushiguro, is there something you'd rather…" Yuuji already knew what his answer was going to be. There were plenty of things Fushiguro would rather be doing, let alone watching. Reading a book, for one. Alone. 

He received only a vague shrug in return. "Do whatever you want."

Yuuji found himself staring blankly at the floor. An oppressive silence blanketed the room, even with the vague sound effects and poorly dubbed dialogue coming from the TV. 

This is torture. Say something already.

I would if I could, okay? Unless you have any better ideas.

That managed to shut Sukuna up, at least for a moment. Good. All that was left was to sit through the last scenes of the movie and go back to his room and scream into his pillow. 

Yuuji could feel his forehead flushing and his eyes starting to burn. Oh, no no no no no. Why is this so awkward? At least Fushiguro can't see anything since all the lights are off. Or maybe he can see in the dark, like a vampire? Come to think of it, he is pretty pale… He's probably not saying anything to be polite. I bet he can see everything. I bet he's reading my mind right now with that stupid look of his. 

"I need to go to the bathroom," Yuuji said, a little louder and a little higher than he intended. Fushiguro only raised an eyebrow at him and went back to watching the screen.

As soon as he was out of the dorm common room, Yuuji sucked in a breath of air. 

"Coward."

This time, the cold voice he was so used to hearing came from the back of his hand. Yuuji didn't have anything to say in response. If he did, it would only be in agreement. How pathetic of him. 

"You're damn right that it's pathetic. It's a miracle you can even stand up straight, given your lack of a spine."

Yuuji was almost at the door to his bedroom. 

"I'll help you, just this once."

He froze. Since when did Sukuna help with anything?

"I don't believe you," he muttered.

An eye opened on his hand just to roll itself at him. "I'm the one who has to listen to your self-deprecating monologues, and I'm getting sick of it. Just tell him how you feel, brat." Sukuna's disembodied lips curled into a smirk. "If you don't, I will."

"No way!" Yuuji whisper-shouted. He practically sprinted into his room and, in the absence of a lock, pushed a chair behind his door to grant the illusion of privacy. But Sukuna wasn't done yet, and the next time he closed his eyes, Yuuji found himself ankle-deep in what he really hoped wasn't blood, and looked up a pile of ox skulls at the last person he wanted to hear romantic advice from. 

Sukuna absentmindedly picked at long, black nails. "Why don't you switch with me? I'll be sure not to embarrass myself, so don't worry about that."

"That's kind of creepy. Aren't you like, a thousand years old?" Yuuji wrinkled his nose. "Do you just want him all to yourself?"

Sukuna made a face. "Oh, that's disgusting." He made a retching sound, like a cat coughing up a hairball. "Imply that again and I'll kill you in your sleep."

Yuuji was, at the very least, thankful that the murderous curse sharing his body had standards.

"Now the image is burned into my brain. Look at what you've done, brat." Yuuji only recognized the sensation of being cut into pieces and immediately restored because of how many times his conversations with Sukuna had ended that way. Still, he stumbled a little at the sudden disorientation. 

"Hmm." Sukuna tapped his nails on a skull. "Brat, what have you been educated in?"

"Huh? Aren't you the one who complains about having to sit through my algebra classes? You already know what I'm educated in. Um," Yuuji furrowed his brow. "I took piano lessons when I was 8? Not that I was any good at it."

Sukuna sighed. "I don't care about your algebra or your piano lessons. I mean your courtly skills."

"Uh."

Yuuji heard the creaking of bone, and he was met with two pairs of blood-red eyes suddenly before him. 

"Calligraphy? Poetry?"

"No…?"

Sukuna leaned in closer. "So, nothing then? You know nothing?"

Yuuji pushed him away. "Um, you've seen my handwriting."

"Kids these days." Sukuna clicked his tongue. "How standards have fallen."

"You know, a lot of things have changed between now and when you were alive. For one, there's this new thing called personal space."

The curse ignored him. Yuuji blinked and saw the ceiling of his dorm room, back at home in his body. 

Do you at least have a brush, then?

No, weirdo. I have a pen, if that's good enough for you.

Tch.

Seriously, how are you this far behind? I thought you were starting to get this modern era stuff. 

I am trying to salvage the situation you've put me in, brat. How will you write a letter to him without putting care into your calligraphy?

Nobody said anything about a letter! 

This is how it was done in my time. You certainly don't have any better options.

"Fine, I'll Google it then," Yuuji mumbled. He opened his laptop, his fingers hovering over the keys. Slowly, he typed out "how to tell someone you like them."

The advice was all very vague. It was awkward enough to admit to himself that he liked Fushiguro in a way that went past friendship. It was worse that Sukuna's eye was wide open on his cheek and reading everything he did, reminding Yuuji somewhat of a teacher hovering behind him in the computer lab and reading over his shoulder. 

"It says you should give him a gift. I have an idea." Yuuji didn't want to hear Sukuna's idea. "You should give him the carcass of a beast you slew yourself." Yuuji didn't want to hear any more of Sukuna's ideas. 

"Sukuna, have you ever actually done this before? Because I don't think that would work, even if it was a thousand years ago."

"Why would I need to do such a thing?"

That was a little surprising. "Well, you sounded so confident, I thought you had experience or something."

"Love is a fruitless endeavor. The only thing that matters in this world is the spilling of blood upon the earth, and everything that comes between. But you're so annoying that I decided to stoop down to your level so I could help you. You should be grateful."

"Stoop down to my level? What, is this wounding your pride?"

"My pride isn't something so easily scarred. Hearing your constant chattering, all revolving around that Fushiguro boy, is much more painful than condescending to help you." 

"What's with the flowery language all of a sudden?"

"You really are uncultured."

"Well—" 

The sound of someone knocking at his door startled Yuuji out of his carefully constructed comeback, laced with a few choice words he'd learned from Kugisaki the last time she stubbed her toe. 

"Itadori? The movie's over." Oh fuck. "You left your phone on the couch." The doorknob rattled. 

"Uh, just a second!" Yuuji slammed his laptop shut and dragged the chair out of the way before opening the door.

Fushiguro blinked. "Itadori, were you watching po—"

"Nope! No, I wasn't," Yuuji said, fully aware that every word he spoke only cemented that conclusion in Fushiguro's mind. "I'm just going to take my phone now. See you tomorrow!" 

Yuuji grabbed his phone and made a move to close the door, but Fushiguro caught his wrist. His grip was firm and cool to the touch. 

"You've been acting strange lately. Did something happen?"

"I'm fine," Yuuji said automatically. His lips had probably memorized the shape of those words by now. 

"No, you aren't." Fushiguro's grip tightened a little, as if worried that Yuuji would try to snake out of it. I could try. I'm stronger than him.

"Itadori, look at me."

Shakily, Yuuji turned. Blue eyes met hazel. He felt naked somehow under the spotlight of Fushiguro's penetrating gaze. Oh god, that sounds so wrong. I don't want to think about that, not now.

"Is it something I said? Or did something else happen to you? I want to know." 

(It had nothing to do with anything Fushiguro said, and everything to do with what he didn't.)

Itadori. I need you.

"I said I'm fine."

"And I said you're not." Fushiguro sighed a little and closed his eyes. The flutter of his eyelashes was distracting. "I'm worried about you."

Fushiguro? Worried about him? 

"Why?" Yuuji knew it was a stupid question, but he was feeling pretty stupid at the moment. "Why would you do that?"

"Why—" Fushiguro's grip on Yuuji's wrist loosened in surprise. Yuuji twisted himself away, ready to cache himself in his room, but Fushiguro caught the sleeve of his hoodie instead. Worse, he stepped inside and uncomfortably close to Yuuji.

He could already feel his face turning red, and this time he couldn't rely on the cover of darkness. 

"You're seriously asking me why I worry about you?" Fushiguro's voice didn't sound quite as even as it usually did. Yuuji didn't let himself hope it was concern. "You died in front of me, Yuuji. I… I had nightmares about it for months. Of course I'm worried."

He didn't know if it was Fushiguro's sudden use of his first name, or the quiver that accompanied it, but Yuuji's blood froze. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. 

Fushiguro positioned himself in front of Yuuji, and placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. His sapphire-blue eyes, normally so cold and distant, glittered with repressed tears. Yuuji stared at his lips instead. They looked so soft. Fushiguro had been biting them again; they were slightly flushed and raw in some places. 

"Please." Fushiguro was barely whispering now, his words only meant for the two of them. "I don't…"

I don't want to lose you again.  

Yuuji opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know where to start. How could he claim insecurity now that Fushiguro had been so vulnerable with him? His anxieties suddenly seemed very small and pitiful in the face of the burden he'd saddled on his friends. It was his fault that Fushiguro was close to tears now, when he could face curses on his own without a flicker of fear. Dark, thick shame sat heavily in his throat, and all he could do was gasp for air. 

You should take off your shirt.

Indignation replaced guilt in one swift motion. I am not taking off my shirt. 

"Sorry, Fushiguro." The apology was too quick, too shallow. "I'm sorry. For… everything." The back of his throat stung. "I'm sorry for bothering you. Please, just…" Just go. Just leave me alone. 

Just leave me to die. 

"You don't have to worry about me."

It's only going to hurt you in the end.

"I'll be f—"

Fushiguro grabbed him by the back of the head, subtracting from the distance between their faces. "How many times are you going to say you're fine? Is it so hard to believe that I care about you?" 

Don't say it. 

"Is it so hard to consider that I—" Fushiguro's voice broke. A gentle flush crept across his neck as he seemed to realize how close their faces were. 

Yuuji's vision blurred around the edges. Time crawled to a standstill, and there was nothing but the slope of Fushiguro's lips, trembling with words unsaid. Yuuji could hear his heart beating in his ears. He wondered if Fushiguro could hear it too, and if he felt some small comfort in knowing that the heart he had seen torn from its body and discarded like offal had been restored, and that it could beat and bleed and break again. 

"Would you just kiss him already?" 

Yuuji would have liked to think Sukuna had kept that comment for his ears only, but the way Fushiguro reeled back and turned beet red confirmed otherwise. 

"Your purple prose is getting on my nerves. I think I preferred it when you couldn't string sentences together." The lips on his cheek curled. "Honestly, if you had just taken your shirt off like I said, this would have been over already. I should have done it for you."

"What do you have against shirts? Haven't you ruined enough of my hoodies?"

Fushiguro cleared his throat. "Um."

Yuuji's face burned. "Oh. Uh. Sorry about that."

"What is it with you and apologies? You don't have to be sorry for everything." But Fushiguro was laughing. His mask had cracked, or perhaps he removed it himself. 

Yuuji couldn't help but smile. "I'll stop being sorry when you stop acting like you don't need anyone."

Fushiguro's face darkened slightly, as if wrapped in a shadow. "Is that what it was? I—"

Yuuji punched him lightly in the arm before he could apologize. "You're so emotionally constipated." 

The tiniest of grins played on Fushiguro's lips. "So…" He leaned in closer. "What was that about kissing me?"

And this time Yuuji leaned into it, letting Fushiguro take everything he had. His eyelashes, still wet from almost crying, brushed against Yuuji's face as they breathed each other in. Yuuji found himself clinging to him like a lifeline, as if any moment he might slip away.

I'm not going to leave you behind.

He was laughing and crying at the same time. "I never thought you liked me back," Yuuji gasped when he broke away for air.

Fushiguro traced his thumb under Yuuji's eye. "You really are dense, you know that?" "So I've been told."

Is this what I was looking for?

Yuuji melted into him, kissing him like a drowning man gasps for air. How could he have deluded himself into thinking he was alone? How, when Fushiguro's body fit him like a puzzle piece, and they were embracing each other like they had never been separate? 

You're welcome. Brat.

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"You know, I thought you'd at least notice all the times I was staring at you," Fushiguro mumbled sleepily. Their rhythm had slowed and now Yuuji was small and limp in his arms, playing with a strand of his hair. 

"Nope. Not even once." A sea of drowsiness threatened to engulf Yuuji, but he stubbornly resisted, if only to stay with Fushiguro for a moment more. He suppressed a yawn. 

"Gojo caught me watching you train once. He tortured me about it for a week." Fushiguro chuckled softly. "Um, he takes a lot of pictures of you. If you ever find a really blurry photo of you sparring in my room, that's why."

"Mm-hmm." Who knew Fushiguro was so warm? 

"Hey."

Yuuji's gaze flickered up to Fushiguro's eyes. Oh, he thought. They're so open. I can see right through him. 

"I'm here. Okay?"

I'm not going anywhere.

"Okay."

Neither am I.

And there was nothing but Fushiguro's breathing, and the heaviness of sleep, and the weight of words unspoken between them.