#-use my hands. period. and happened to be drawing while doing so. like we also all learned to write. u know?

[iraprince]

Sorry if you've already said but can I ask what age you started drawing? I'm in my twenties wondering what sort of skill level I can acquire if I haven't been applying myself very much before this point

i have been drawing for as long as i can remember. i started wanting to actively improve my technical skills when i was a teenager; i think i started learning how to actually actively improve my technical skills (on purpose instead of by accident, lol!) in my 20s.

(also -- as wordy as it may be, you'll notice i'm really particular about saying "technical skill" over and over! this is because it is only one factor of what drawing is, but a lot of times when ppl talk about being "good at" drawing, tech skill is what they really mean. when i say technical skill, i'm usually referring to draftsmanship, the ability to draw things not just accurately/realistically, but as they appear in your head; your hand doing what your mind tells you to, your ability to meet your own intentions/expectations for a piece, however it makes sense to conceptualize it. it is NOT the most important part of drawing, not by a long shot, but realistically it's often the sticking point for people who are learning + it can be one of the big struggles in keeping morale up.)

these may seem like finicky distinctions to make, but to me they make sense! bc the benefit we may have starting as adults is a better grasp of how to CONSCIOUSLY study and improve on specific areas of a skill, vs the passive improvement that will generally happen from pure directionless repetition. i feel that i've had jumps in my technical skill level over the course of a year or two as an adult that are bigger than my improvement through all of middle + high school, for example -- and i bring this up bc if what ur concerned about is technical skill, that is not purely 100% about time invested, and starting later than some does not mean you're at some kind of massive insurmountable disadvantage.

in that specific example, the difference as an adult was going into it with intentional curiosity and a drive to specifically improve, vs middle + high school was six years of me happily drawing the same 4-5 characters floating from the waist up in perpetuity. were those years wasted bc i wasn't drilling myself and doing studies? fuck no! but my progress was different, bc i was focused on other, equally important parts of learning to draw. (like discovering + honing my own tastes, consuming a lot of media that inspired me, and having fun!!!!)

SO, anyway, my personal perspective on the skill level u can attain if u start now: the same as anyone else!! and i don't think i'm being like, sunny or unreasonably optimistic in saying so. i think keeping ur chin up and being patient w urself as u learn to draw is generally way harder than actually drawing, for literally everyone. u have to make a lot of dogshit drawings to eventually make good ones, and that is the part that's actually really really hard. but u can make decisions about how and where to apply the time u invest that may show u visible progress in ways you'll find surprising! (pls balance that time with shit that's just fun, too.)

in case it's helpful, i'll leave u with a different very wordy multi-para response where i talk about where to start if you'd like to learn to draw with no/little prior experience: here! it's def not comprehensive and is totally colored by my own opinions/perspective on art, and specifically on illustration/comics, but i hope it might be a starting point :)

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Part two to this story

After Jason's cruel display and your identity of Eddie's admirer being public knowledge, you're sure he will be disgusted. He hates you and your friends doesn't he?

Turns out you're in for a big surprise.

Minors shoo! Angst, fluff, sweet Eddie and reader taking no shit.

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Hellfire Slut. The words had practically burned into your brain as you tossed and turned in bed. Jason's cruelty was nothing new but you didn't think he'd ever go this far.

It was bad enough that Eddie's best friend had caught you in the act of delivering the notes and the thought he could spill all to Eddie, you didn't expect your secret to come out in such a public way.

The notes that you had poured your heart to Eddie had been clear to see by everyone and you felt sick to your stomach. You didn't care that people knew you were smitten with Eddie, it was the fact that he was probably disgusted that you had feelings for him.

You dreaded going to school but you knew you had to face Eddie and Jason at some point. It didn't stop nightmares plaguing your mind all night about what would happen come first period.

...

Homeroom was the first thing today before any other classes, you try not to draw attention to yourself as you slide into a seat at the back of class. However it feels like all eyes are on you today, Chrissy takes the seat beside you and holds your hand giving it a tight squeeze, it makes you feel a tiny bit better.

Mrs Jones isn't in class yet so chatter buzzes around you incessantly, your skin tingles as you feel Eddie's gaze on you a few times, try not to look up into those pretty brown eyes.

One of Jason's friends called Tyler smirks at you, he's sitting beside Jason and says loudly for all to hear. "So little miss perfect likes a freak in the sheets huh? Who would have thought?" there's a little ripple of laughter that's quelled by Chrissy's vicious glare. She's normally a sweetie so seeing her pissed shut everyone up.

Ignore him. Just ignore him you chant in your head but he still continues. "You know I was going to ask you out but fuck that. You're a dumb little bitch"

There's a collective silence as you hear Eddie's metal lunchbox drop to the floor. To your surprise he's glaring daggers at Tyler, you also notice that his knuckles are bruised. What the hell happened?

"Oooh you're in luck sweetcheeks, maybe Munson likes you back and the two of you can be freaks together"

You're fraying control over being calm snaps. Screw this. You weren't going to sit and let him run his mouth or let anyone like him or Jason make you cry again.

"You can admit to everyone you're jealous Tyler it's okay. We all heard about the little problem you have, Stacy told us all about how disappointing you are" you fake a sympathetic smile at him and his eyes nearly bug out of his sockets.

Jason looks ready to say something but you don't give the satisfaction of listening to the bullshit he says. "I couldn't be less interested in what you have to say Carver, you're a pathetic, nasty little worm"

While sassing Jason you miss the look of awe on Eddie's face. Gareth snorts at Eddie's stunned look.

"Dude, I really do think I'm in love" Eddie murmurs sounding almost reverent. Gareth sighs. Maybe now Eddie knew it was you that sent the notes the two of you could get together and he could get a minute of peace.

Meanwhile you lean back in your seat relieved as Mrs Jones comes in. There's still a question that's nagging at you though.

"Chrissy, why are Eddie's knuckles bruised?"and that's when Chrissy launches into the tale of how Eddie punched Jason after you left yesterday.

Hearing this makes a small bubble of hope build up inside of you. Maybe just maybe Eddie feeling the same for you might not be as hopeless as you first thought.

...

After a few fruitless attempts Eddie manages to track you down as you're coming out of cheer practice with Chrissy. She gives you an impish, knowing smile as she leaves you and Eddie to talk.

Telling Jason and Tyler what you thought about them made you feel a little bit better for a while, boosted your shattered confidence but now Eddie was around and you could feel that confidence crack.

What was he about to say? Was he going to tell you he was disgusted?

"You don't have to be nervous princess" you feel your nerves dissipate at his soothing tone.

"I know you thought the notes were a joke but they aren't Eddie, I've really fallen for you. I was crushing on you for such a long time. That's why I wrote the notes in the first place, I was worried if I told you in person that you would be disappointed" the words all come out in a rush and you feel relieved getting it all out.

He shakes his head. "I mean I would have been surprised but the way you spoke in the notes...how could you ever think I'd ever be disappointed sweetheart?" His words fill you with hope, a warm and fuzzy feeling in your chest.

"You know because I'm from the dark side" you murmur and he frowns. His hand reaches out to hold yours and you wince at the bruising on his knuckles.

"You didn't need to do that Eddie, I don't want you hurt" he shrugs as if it's no big deal.

"It was worth it. You're worth it"

Eddie gently takes your hand and kisses it, "I fell in love with you through what you said sweetheart, I want to know all about you. I don't give a fuck about who you're friends with or if you're part of the dark side. I just want to be with you".

A slow smile works it's way on your face and you lean forward and kiss him, continue kissing him until you're both a little dazed and smiling goofily at each other.

"Uh maybe we could go out for Milkshakes after school, if you want princess?" you nod feeling the bubble of excitement in your belly.

After all that worrying you were going on your first date with Eddie and you couldn't wait.

Maybe happy endings were possible after all ❤️

[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Day 2 of TUI-Mas

Warnings: pregnancy, difficulty conceiving, mention of pregnancy symptoms, lots of Eddie being a mush

WC: 1.5k

February 1999

You didn’t get pregnant that first month. Your period arrived unceremoniously, leaving in its wake blood-stained underpants and disappointment.

It didn’t happen in December or January, either, despite meticulous cycle tracking and Eddie barely keeping his hands off of you. Each negative test feels like a failure; you’ve stopped taking them when Eddie’s around because you can sense his disappointment, though he puts on a brave face to comfort you.

But now, you’re late. Only by two days–if you weren’t paying careful attention to the dates, you might not have noticed. You have to bite back a smile as you tear open the box, fingers trembling as you poorly contain your excitement. It might be nothing, just a period ironically delayed by stress of trying to conceive.

Or you might be pregnant.

You inhale, filling your lungs with air and holding it there for a while until you let it out in one strong breath. All you’re doing is peeing on a stick, but your body nervously buzzes with each passing second. You’ve likely taken a dozen of these by now, and there’s nothing that should make you think you’ll get a different result today.

With utmost care, you place the used test on the back of the sink and wash your hands. You keep pressing on the soap handle to the point where a small pool forms in your palm, but you can’t draw your gaze from the tiny result window. The control line begins forming quickly, as it always does. 

How long ago did Eddie leave to grab breakfast—maybe ten minutes? Sundays at Zeke’s Bagels are usually swamped, so you have plenty of time to wipe away your tears if that sacred second line never appears. 

“Mommy?”

A drowsy voice interrupts your inner monologue. Harris stands at the bathroom doorway, wiping the sleep from his big brown eyes and yawning. 

“What’s up, Har?” You hope your anxiety doesn’t bleed through, though you doubt he’s awake enough to recognize it. 

He squints as he adjusts to the light. “Where’s Daddy? Also, I’m hungry.”

A sigh of relief escapes you when you realize he’s too focused on breakfast to pay attention to anything else. “Daddy left to get us some bagels,” you explain, allowing your heart to slow to a normal rate. “Why don’t you go make your bed, and we can watch some cartoons while we wait for him, okay?”

Harris nods, barely picking up his sock-clad feet as he trudges back towards his bedroom. You giggle at the way he tries to fight his sleepiness, shaking your head in amusement. 

That’s when you see it, faint but still definitely present: the tell-tale second pink line.

“Oh my God.” Your hand flies to your mouth in complete shock, tears forming a film over your eyes so the results become blurred. You blink them away to get a better look, partially convinced that you’re hallucinating or projecting your hopes, and that reality will set in and show a negative result.

But when your vision clears, both lines are still visible.

You’re pregnant.

Now you just have to tell your husband; the question is, how?

You’re still mulling over the possibilities when the key clicks in the door ten minutes later. Eddie carries in a brown paper bag of bagels, whistling a tune that startles you from your thoughts. 

“Food’s here!” Eddie calls out; your stomach flip-flops at the sound of his voice. The temptation to let giddiness take over and wave the test in his face is strong, but you hold yourself back. First and foremost, you don’t want Harris knowing until you’re safely in the second trimester, but another part of you is still in denial that you truly are pregnant. That there’s a tiny little life growing within your womb, half you and half Eddie.

I’ll test again in a few days, you tell yourself, and if it’s still positive, then I’ll tell him.

You shove the test in the top drawer among your make-up and hair care products where it will be safe from your husband’s wandering eyes. Before you shut off the light, you get a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. You look the same as you always do, but there’s no denying that you feel different.

Pregnant. You’re pregnant with Eddie’s baby. In approximately nine months, the Munsons will be a family of four.

“Mommy! Daddy’s home!”

“Coming!” You wipe away any remaining tears and make your way to the kitchen, trying to quell the excitement of knowing that you’re technically eating for two.

Breakfast drags a bit, both because of the weighty secret you’re guarding and the fact that cream cheese apparently now makes your nose wrinkle in disgust, but Harris’s animated storytelling makes the time pass a bit faster. Apparently, being seven years old is more dramatic than you’d remembered.

One particular story involving Harris, Joshua Harrington, and a celery-stick sword fight remains etched into your brain even as you brush bagel crumbs off of the table and into your cupped palm. Harris has plunked down in front of the television, gaze glued to a show about a conjoined cat and dog with screeches so grating that you find yourself wincing with each piece of dialogue. The distraction is enough to keep you from tuning into Eddie rummaging through the bathroom drawers, searching for the nail clippers.

“Um, babe?” His voice cracks on the second word, and you can sense both confusion and concern in his tone. “C-Can you come here? Now?”

Oh, shit. 

You dash into the bathroom, shrinking into yourself when you find him, one hand bracing his body weight on the sink and the other clutching a very positive pregnancy test. 

“Are…is this…” He turns to you, wide-eyed, lower lip quivering. “When…?”

“Right before breakfast,” you jump in, your pinky finger nudging his along the sink’s edge. “I wanted to do something special to surprise you after I took another one later this week, y’know, just to be sure.”

Eddie exhales a breath that’s half-laugh and half-cry, lowering the test to the ceramic ledge so he can place both hands on your cheeks. “You’re pregnant?” he asks, words thick with disbelief. He chuckles when you nod, head moving up and down between his calloused palms. “Holy shit; you’re having my baby.”

His mouth finds yours in an instant, fingers leaving your face and traveling to your waist. Eddie pulls you in close and punctuates the long kiss with several little pecks. 

“My gorgeous girl is having my baby,” Eddie murmurs, gently sinking to his knees so he’s eye-level with your stomach. It’s still far too early to be showing, but he still bunches up your shirt just above your belly button. You giggle when he presses his lips against your skin, an involuntary ticklish reaction. “I just…I’m so happy. I got kinda worried when it wasn’t happening, that something was wrong.” He looks up at you with an expression of relief and awe. “We’re having a baby, Sweetheart.” His thumb trails along your exposed flesh, the place where your child will develop over the next nine months.

You laugh, pulling him up so you can kiss him again. He tastes like the orange juice he’d drank with breakfast, sweet and tangy. “We should wait to tell people until a doctor confirms it,” you murmur as he rests his forehead on yours. “Let it just be our little secret for now, okay?”

Eddie nods, lips occupied with kisses that render him unable to speak for a minute. “I’m glad I found out when I did, to be honest,” he admits with a small smile. “I missed so much of this with Harris, and I wanna be part of everything with this little munchkin.” 

“Everything?” you ask suspiciously. “The morning sickness, the mood swings, the swollen feet? I’m pretty sure my mom got hemorrhoids when she was pregnant with me–”

“Everything,” Eddie affirms, lacing his fingers with yours. “The good, the bad, and the…hemorrhoid-y.”

You can’t hold back your amusement, throwing your head back with laughter. “I’m holding you to that.”

But you know you won’t need to, because this is Eddie, and the love he already has for this child radiates off of him.

He wraps you in a warm embrace, holding you around your shoulders so that his soft arm hair brushes the nape of your neck. He keeps you safe in his arms while you keep the baby safe in your womb.

In a little while, a commercial will interrupt Harris’s TV show. He’ll come running over to exclaim that he needs the toy being advertised, despite having a present-filled birthday just three weeks ago, and the Munson home will return to its definition of normalcy. For now, you and Eddie relish in this special moment, just the two of you and the tiny bean that is Baby Munson.

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[tangents-within-tangents]

Thoughts on Echo as amputee/disability representation

First and foremost, I am not disabled or an amputee and I don’t claim to speak for those communities (and if I was I couldn't speak for everyone). What little I do know mostly comes from this youtube channel (@oakwyrm), this post, and other research I’ve done for my writing (and like one amputee I kinda knew in passing). By all means correct me and add to the conversation, I just have some thoughts I want to share because I haven’t really seen this discussed anywhere

Overview

So Echo is interesting. He is a triple amputee which is pretty rare in media. His disabilities come from extremely traumatic circumstances: injured in a near-death experience, imprisoned and dehumanized as an experiment with no autonomy over what happened to his body.

There are a few moments in the shows where Echo is treated… questionably. Like this bit where Rex uses him as an example of the Separatists' evils to convince the locals to fight back:

To be fair, yeah Echo’s treatment does prove that the Techno Union is not neutral like they claim. The modifications that everyone is gasping in horror at here obviously weren’t made with comfort and accessibility in mind, nor with Echo’s consent. But you still just want to be sure that “They took away his freedom, his humanity, they tried to turn him into a machine” is about using him as a living computer, not the fact that he is missing limbs. 

The Batch is also pretty insensitive toward him and his trauma imo, which is weird considering they've supposedly also faced discrimination for their mutations

Disabled people do have to deal with stuff like this in this day and age so I guess it can speak to those experiences. I think especially him being mistaken as a droid (and Hunter going along with it (bruh)) might resonate with some people. 

Aside from that stuff, Echo isn't really treated any differently as a character/person which is really good (as low of a bar as that is).

We get this moment in CW where Echo contemplates that yeah things are gonna be different now

While also (imo at least) showing that he is still the same person regardless, evidenced by the fact that he just echoed Rex :,) I also think it's significant that he joins the Bad Batch on his own terms and we're given a really emotional scene to specifically show that he's not just like 'lumped in with the other misfits' but that it is his choice to go where he feels his place is.

A lot of people, myself included, are disappointed that TBB didn't have more time to explore Echo's PTSD, but I think the one panic attack scene we did get is really good. Even thought it's minor it at least is an appropriate reaction from a guy who was medically tortured (which is more than I've come to expect from Star Wars shows lol)

And it's really sweet to see Omega showing Echo some empathy and consideration.

It would have been nice to see more of his adjustment period, and other side effects like chronic pain and maintenance, but there’s a lot of daily life stuff the show never had time for (i.e. we don’t know if he removed his prosthetics to sleep, but we also never saw him sleep anyway). His disabilities might take on a background role (much like the character himself sadly) but for the most part they aren’t invisible or erased, nor do they define his character and arc.

Physical Appearance

Okay this one is bit dicey, bc on the one hand, yes complaints that Echo’s paleness (most likely caused by burns from the explosion or chemical burns from the cryo-chamber) is whitewashing are totally valid. But I also think you can draw comparisons to real life conditions that affect pigmentation/complexion (like you know burns). So while I understand why a lot of fanart will depict him with his original skin tone and with hair, consider that there are real people who have to live with temporary or permanent changes to their appearance, and the idea of “fixing" him by making him look more like his old self can be problematic.

It's also interesting to note that Echo could act as a reversal of the 'disabled/disfigured = evil' trope. He's pale and bald and wears black and red, which is so often visually associated with villains, but we all know Echo is the bestest boy™

The Headpiece

Echo’s headpiece is interesting because within the show we don’t actually ever learn much about it (idk if there is more info in books or whatever bc i don’t have them so?). He didn’t have it in CW so we know it didn’t come from the Techno Union and therefore Echo probably had more choice with it. We don’t know its exact purpose but it’s most likely related to his scomping abilities. When he is hacking with his scomp in CW, before he has his headpiece, it’s clearly very mentally straining:

We don’t see him struggling like this in TBB once he does have it (though that could be bc he got more used to it over time). There doesn't seem to be much of an impact when he removes his headpiece in s3 ep14-15, except that he gets stuck in the ports every time he uses his scomp which is not something we’ve seen before: 

There might not be an exact real-world equivalent, but the headpiece is some kind of accessibility aid. It means that someone specifically designed a device to help him adapt to the changes the Techno Union made, as well as a helmet that integrates it. It’s removable and visually very present, much like a cochlear implant would be. (A lot of people actually headcanon it to act partially as a hearing aid, since it makes sense that Echo’s hearing would have been damaged in the explosion, but there isn't really any indication of this in canon.) The headpiece is never really acknowledged in the show, but I think that's a good thing. It's something he needs/wants and it just exists, completely normalized, and that's pretty cool 👍

Legs

Sigh... So from the very first episode of TBB I was really disappointed that the animation team or whoever completely visually erased Echo’s prosthetic legs (I think we all were, honestly, if fanart is anything to go by). It’s one thing when he’s in armor because he would probably want to protect his prosthetics, but we literally see him in his blacks and there is no indication whatsoever that he lost his legs even though it was not left up for debate at all in CW:

Like ??????!?

This is just really strange to me! Idk what went on behind the scenes with this decision but I don’t really see why it would be that much harder to animate or anything since it’s 3D and they've done it before. We do see some pretty sophisticated cybernetic technology in Star Wars canon that mimics real limbs:

But Luke’s fancy hand is technically 20ish years from now, so Anakin and Maul are more of a representation of what level we could expect here

So yeah, for no apparent reason, his leg amputation is effectively, visually and narratively nonexistent. Which is not great 👎

Arm!

The scomp on the other hand (uh lol!) is the complete opposite and I kinda love it!

At first I, like many others, thought it was a bit odd that they didn’t give Echo a prosthetic arm. Losing hands is basically a Star Wars tradition at this point, so robotic arms/hands are well established within the worldbuilding: 

We aren’t necessarily given a canon reason for why Echo doesn't get a cybernetic arm (again unless it's in some lore book I haven’t read, sorry). General fanon explanations I’ve seen are that he either couldn’t because the Techno Union wired the scomp too far into his nervous system, and/or the resources to give him one were deemed too expensive for a clone (what about his legs tho?), or that he chose not to, usually because he thought the scomping was useful. 

Regardless, I actually really love this choice (and it's the whole reason I made this post), because here's the thing: There’s a lot of problematic tropes out there that either erase/cure disabilities or compensate them with perks (like how pretty much any blind character is actually not blind by some sort of magic power). With amputees that is done with robotic arms. The character is still an amputee or course, and there is still value in that representation, if this story from Mark Hamill that makes me tear up is anything to go by:

but for the most part these characters function like anyone else, just with a limb that looks a little different. It’s no more than a video game skin, an able-bodied actor with a green screen glove. It “cures” the disability, or it actually makes the character even stronger than usual: 

It usually makes sense within the world of the story, but the reason it’s not so great in my opinion is that in the real world we just do not have technology anywhere close to that yet. Prosthetics can more or less replace any mobility from lost legs, but not for all the complexities of a hand (and even if they could the average person wouldn’t be able to afford it).

So

I think it's actually really super cool that Echo’s scomp bypasses the canonically-established amputee erasure and functions much like a stump would irl. He integrates it into his movements and everyday life and it’s (as far as I know) a lot closer to an everyday amputee’s experience. 

It doesn’t define his character, it doesn’t hold him back, he lives a full life, the other’s don’t treat him any differently, and he’s still a total karking badass 

The only additional thing is that he sometimes uses it as a weapon (which given his story, I think it’s cool to see him taking back autonomy in a way, and we only see that like twice)

And also the scomping, which could be seen as the 'added/compensating superpower' trope. But narratively it's no different than if he was plugging in with a hacking gadget of some kind (he didn't necessarily "need" to lose his arm for it) and it’s not like Echo is completely defined by this skill. Personally, I think it's well worth the positives of him actually having a visible and realistically impactful amputation. 

I see a lot of posts or comments out there that say stuff like “how come Echo doesn’t get a hand?” or fanworks that do give him one and I just think it’s a bit of a shame. If he did get a robotic hand, it just would have disappeared the same way his legs and Anakin’s arm did (aside from that one time he got yoinked by a magnet). When Echo did “get a hand” in the last two episodes there were comments like “yay he finally got a hand! but it doesn’t even work” but I was actually so relieved that it didn’t! Bc for one thing that wouldn’t make any sense, he grabbed it off a droid, it wasn’t designed to implement with his scomp, that would be really complicated. But more importantly because it again refused to erase/cure his disability! It functioned like a real-world cosmetic prosthetic (useless beyond appearance) which is exactly what he needed it for, so that he could blend in better with his disguise.

And he continually took it off throughout the episode and ditched it at the end. He only used it for the necessity of a stealth mission, he doesn’t feel the need to visually “fit in” in his daily life. 

And, last but very much not least, he made a dad joke and from my intel that is very accurate representation!

TLDR: Echo’s scomp is actually really cool from an amputee representation perspective, especially within Star Wars, and I think that deserves some appreciation 

[randomshyperson]

NSFW Alphabet - Infinity War! Wanda Maximoff

A/N-> Hi, it's me, coming back with not requested smut on a Friday. In my defense, I read this amazing fic here and I'm working on a series with this dynamic so here we are. This was fun, hope you guys enjoy too!

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The fugitive's lifestyle makes aftercare more difficult to happen and therefore more precious. As the two of you usually go for quickies, Wanda values each affectionate gesture afterward as a precious thing - Each lingering look when parting needs to happen, each kiss that taste like I miss you already kept in her mind for days until she gets to see you again. Still, getting fucked so deep that Wanda can still feel your cum dripping down her thighs hours after you're gone is the best feeling. Wanda doesn't miss the opportunity to shower together and take you to the getaway vehicle, holding on to your presence for as long as she can. If it's possible to be together for more than a few hours, she won't let you out of bed, holding onto you as your hands draw patterns on her back and play with her long red hair.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Since Lagos, Wanda has grown to completely loathe her hands and the damage they can do. She hides them, either with her sleeves, or pockets, or crossing her arms, or behind her back. So it is absolutely your favorite part of her body (when you exclude everything) and so you make it your mission to help her see that she is entirely perfect, including her magic fingers. Wanda will blush deeply when you entwine your hands with her, and guide them through your body, showing her that you trust her completely. Until she gets the idea, and grows more confident about it, and appreciates the way your breath hitches and your pupils dilate when she squeezes harder, be it a grip in your hair, your waist, or your neck. The latter always sends a hot wave of heat right to her center - Wanda loves the look of her long fingers flexing on your neck, or the marks her nails leave on your back when you fuck her hard and she needs to hold on to something. She absolutely loves to watch her fingers slipping inside you.

Regarding your body, there is nothing that Wanda doesn't like. She loves your stupidly attractive face, your torso, your hands - preferably holding her - your thighs holding her on the bed. Every little detail she can look at most closely and keeps in her memory when you got too tired and fell asleep next to her.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

As often as you need to be separated for safety, Wanda is sure that you do it on purpose when using your cock on her, and no matter what the position, you will come inside, deep and hard and you will gasp low in her ear for her to keep it as a way to remember you. Wanda will be twitching around nothing for hours after you're gone, feeling her panties ruined with the remnants of your last cum dripping out of her. You make her risk everything and call you from a street phone, telling you that you have to come back soon.

When you are together, you make sure to take every drop of her cum as you bring her to her climax in your mouth, and Wanda is quickly ready for another as she watches you do it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This Wanda has been through many traumatic events in a short period of time, and has just lost the only home she has had in a long time - she is absolutely a big softie. She just wants a bed and a room and lots of intense love. Still, she will cum harder if you are rough with her - Fucking her from behind, facing a mirror so she can see how beautiful she looks when she is being fucked properly. Wanda has a sweet spot for praise and teasing degradation. While being filled completely by your cock or fingers, with you panting the sweetest dirty things in her ear, she will be squirming and moaning as you call her 'my pretty little whore”; “been dripping wet all day, such a good little slut, all mine”.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Definitely not very experienced, before this, she was in her Emo phase in a war country. When Pietro wasn't being overprotective about anyone who came within three feet of her, she was more busy surviving to have time for romance. Her first sexual experience was with you, in the compound, just before the Avengers split up and she is lucky enough to be able to say it was perfect. Maybe a little messy - You were both nervous, but definitely perfect, especially if Wanda thinks about how respectful and caring you were. In runaway life, there isn't much time for romance like there used to be, no dates or movie nights. So Wanda discovers the semi-public and is not surprised that she likes it beyond what is necessary. She really misses you, and if she's only going to see you for two hours on a train across some Europe small town, she won't need to say much for you to get the hint when she entwines your fingers and brings them to her thigh - one look is enough for you to slide your hand under the fabric. 

Wanda doesn't have many restrictions about experimenting but is a little insecure about using magic in sex because of recent events. She would never forgive herself if she lost control and hurt you, and the way she gets lost in pleasure so easily with you, it takes time for her to accept your suggestion to try things with magic. If she gets the hang of the handcuffs, you'll have trouble finding Nat or Steve in the new hiding places - An apology message of 'sorry I got stuck here" that you didn't write yourself but the girl in your lap will reach them on the secure cell phone.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Although she loves how you always look on the verge of losing it all when you fuck her from behind, the hard grip on her waist - Wanda absolutely loves looking into your eyes or having her moans muffled by your mouth on hers. Missionary holding hands for this big softie is the favorite but honorable mention to side fucking for when she's so needy, your hands squeezing her breasts as your cock slides slowly in and out, bringing her orgasm leisurely. If she wakes up first, your parting gift will always be Wanda riding you to wake you up.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

There's a lot of trust between you, and usually, the reunion sex is more intense and serious - With a lot of longing and rush, pulling on clothes and throwing the pieces in the way, as if the other could leave again at any second. But once that first relief comes, there are giggles between you, teases of 'you need a shower that you can respond with 'I've been sleeping in a tent for two days give me a break' that just make Wanda smile and you take it to the shower with her. Sex is very intimate and relaxed in its entirety.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The routine doesn't make personal vanity a priority, so Wanda is hardly groomed. Neither of you cares much about such things, but you'll definitely notice if she uses her hair dye in other places - If you can’t help but giggle when you go down on her and notices the new color, until she's as red as her new hair, before sliding your fingers into her and breaking her upset pout into muffled moans, she won't complain.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Definitely goes for the romantic aspect every time, but appreciates every quickie with all her heart. Will blush easily at any compliment before, during, or after, and can't help but compliment you back, trying to tell you she loves you the same much. Likes to look you in the eyes, but doesn't mind if it's through the mirror's reflection as you fuck her from behind.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Definitely frequent, especially based on how long apart you stay from each other. Wanda is aware that it's not the same as having you, but she forces herself - even if with the help of magic - to imagine that the fingers inside her are yours, and tries to concentrate on everything she remembers, your voice, your presence. She will cum easily if she thinks of you, and will become more and more incessant the longer you take to come back. She'll call on the secure line just to tell you what she's doing, how wet she is, and smile at the way you grunt on the phone. She'll grow even hornier when you confess that you can't wait to eat her cunt again.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Aside from the praise degradation, Wanda is a Dom in discovery. She definitely loves running the whole thing - And although very often you're on top, she's the one in charge. Whether it's a strong grip on your hair, dictating the intensity of the movements of your mouth on her, or it's simply fucking your face while holding the headboard. Wanda loves when you come inside, even if it's just artificial for now. She doesn't know how yet but hopes that someday she'll be able to make it possible for you to put a baby into her - a slight breeding kink that probably comes from wanting to have a family with you someday.

L = Location (Favourite places to do they do)

Your rooms in the complex used to be a favorite place to stay before the team split up, so now hotel and inn rooms have to do the job. Wanda just wants the privacy to be as loud as she wants, and to be able to roll around on sheets with you for hours on end. If that's not possible, getaway vehicles are more than enough - Wanda doesn't complain about hot, rushed sex in the back of a van that leaves her aching for your cock inside her all the way back.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Wanda misses you so just being in your presence again she wants to end this longing with as much physical contact as she can - And quality time will extend during this. There's plenty of long-distance teasing between the two of you (sex calls that leave her aching wet all by herself), so the reunion is always intense and it seems like Wanda can never have enough of you - You can say the same, watching her come is always a vision of heaven.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

After Hydra and the recent arrest, Wanda can't be restrained significantly, or she has panic triggers and is an absolute turn-off. Hence, your grips are followed by visual and even verbal confirmations "Is this okay?" so that she always remembers that she is safe, and what is happening is to bring her pleasure.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Very often you let her know that you would live between her legs if you could, so Wanda has a slight sense of how much you love to make her cum on your tongue. It's always messy, and with a lot of overstimulation - Even if she grunts affected, and tries to escape your mouth, you hold her by the thighs and disobey her panting protests, being unable to think of the consequences of being a brat when you have the taste of Wanda taking over all your senses.

Wanda usually uses her fingers because she likes to watch you up close, eye to eye and nose to nose, stealing kisses and gasping smiles as you masturbate each other under the sheets, but she sure likes the feeling of tasting you. If she's wanting to affect you a little more, she'll put on a show and masturbate your dildo, first with her hand while guiding yours to where she's dripping, and before you can establish a rhythm, she'll get on her knees and suck your cock, maintaining eye contact while you squirm on the mattress, blushing hard at the sinful image in front of you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

If there is time, slow and sensual all the way. Wanda needs to feel loved, and you do that better than anyone when you worship her body until she can't stay awake. But routine doesn't allow that much time together, so Wanda treasures the moments and knows that you are leaving marks all over her body so that she can still remember the feel of your body together for a long time apart. She will outline the purple marks on her breasts and shudder alone at the memory of the feeling of your hard kisses and hickeys on her skin. Or bite her lips to keep from sighing as she remembers you thrusting hard inside her while gasping at how much you missed your woman on the road.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

There are many of them, and Wanda loves them all. Of course, if she had her choice, you would never leave her bed, but she is grateful for any night (or morning, or afternoon) together. Of all the adventures you two had, Wanda has a soft spot for sex in getaway cars - which are always fast and rough, and kinda make her feel young again. 

Sex was not so frequent when she was first released from the Raft, you could not look at the marks of the handcuffs and electroshock weapons used on her without tearing up, so only cuddling, even without clothes after a shower would happen. Until the longing you felt for loving each other's bodies became unbearable, and Wanda ended up ignoring her own insecurities because she couldn't stay another second in the same room without feeling you pressed against her.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Risk and adrenaline were part of Wanda's entire life - excluding the brief time she was with the Avengers. So it's not something new or something that she rejects. And with telepathy, it's not like she couldn't easily handle the consequences of being caught, a simple incantation and any witnesses would forget the encounter. Maybe that's why she takes so much more risk than you do, always finding a way to get your hands under her clothes, or teasing your earlobe with her teeth until you can't take it anymore and kiss her properly.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

You both have superhero training so stamina is not really a problem. You'll spend hours on end exploring and exhausting each other's bodies, and there will always be some kind of gentle teasing for whoever gives up first. Wanda certainly has a magical advantage, and usually wins this innocent competition, and you don't protest at all if she wants to use your thighs or stomach to relieve herself once or twice more while you take your much-needed break. And watching her come against your body always gives you an extra dose of energy, so it's a win-win.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You don't call Wanda magic fingers just for magic, let's make that clear. It took her a while to grow in confidence to use her fingers, but it's almost unfair how good she is with her hands - She takes a long time to tire her fingers by how often she uses them, and she has a talent for contorting them inside you that makes you scream. Wanda just watches your attempt to keep it together with a little smile on her lips. So when it comes to you, she doesn't usually use toys but her own hands.

But you have a small collection of dildos and vibrators, all acquired in her company during the short time of your relationship before the team split up. Wanda enjoyed the pink color of your face as she picked out the toys for you to use on her, and the memory of how you dragged her into the dressing room and got down on your knees still brings an electric tickle to her breasts. There is a dildo connected to the strap-on that is her favorite, as it has the color of your skin and looks natural, as well as being just the right measure of thickness and width for her. Wanda pours herself into the combination of your thrusts and your thumb drawing circles on her swollen clit.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It's completely unfair how drop-dead gorgeous Wanda Maximoff is, and how easily she can manipulate you with her puppy dog eyes and smiles that are only innocent to those who don't know her. Of course, Wanda is genuine in her intentions and values, but you can't help but complain to the heavens about how wrapped around her little finger she has you, and how easily you drop all your obligations and ignore the warnings about safety and the need to stay under the radars given by your friends when Wanda calls and says she misses your tongue inside her.

Natasha and Steve are getting exhausted from so many compromised hiding places with your come-and-go, little visits to your girlfriend in Europe.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Wanda will purposely be louder just to have your hand muffle her moans - or your mouth preferably.

She absolutely loves the way you respond to her vocal stimulations, harder or slower as she enunciates. 

As a trained widow, you are much more restrained than she is - And Wanda completely loses it every time she can get out a more needy sound. Always making mental notes to get more and more. Unfortunately, you don't have the freedom to be so loud everywhere, so it's more common to have gasped, muffled grunts with bites on shoulders or against the pillow in an attempt to make less noise.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When Natasha - annoyed at the constant risk you two were taking - made a comment about your relationship being just sex, you showed up at the hotel with engagement rings. Wanda had tears in her eyes before she fucked you wearing an extra ring on her finger this time. You made sure you did the same to her once you could breathe properly again.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

There's not much scope for spending on lingerie in the life you're both living, but occasionally, you get the pleasant surprise of ripping Wanda's clothes off and finding her in a matching set she's picked out especially for you as soon as you hang up the phone with the confirmation that you were coming to see her. It's always such a turn-on - Wanda has the best time blushing under your gaze, the way you change the pace completely and slowly admire every feature of her, biting your lips at the way the lace fits her body, values her curves. You will whisper 'all of this to me, darling?" as you lower the straps and Wanda will feel her legs turn to jelly, mentally trying to remember who is in charge even though her body is every day more at the mercy of your adorations.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Sex happens almost every moment together. With Wanda's love language being touch, she wants to touch you as much as possible, and the distance will make her crave it constantly. So sex is very welcome, and it almost always happens at reunions, even if it is briefly before you get back to talking, updating each other on everything. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Wanda tries, but she can never fall asleep after you if you have exhausted each other. Maybe it's the widow training that makes you impossible to overcome in some things, but she considers it a personal victory every time you start yawning or scratching your eyes, many minutes into the pillow talk.

"Go to sleep, malysh." She will whisper with her fingers in your hair, and you will close your eyes, a soft smile on your lips.

"You'll totally keep checking me out, creepy." It will be your affectionate tease before you give up on fighting sleep, and Wanda will take a deep breath to keep herself from starting to cry at the wave of tenderness and love she feels at once at the sight of your sleeping figure.

She won't stay awake long after that, just long enough to keep your face in her memory and make sure she dreams of you.

[desmond69miles]

YOOOO =3

can we get sfw + nsfw headcannons of ink demon bendy with a s/o with a really gothic style & is selectively mute? ( bonus points if Sammy constantly bugs them )

im genuinely curious abt how u would think abt it :0

[ take ur time answering this!! no rush at all by the way!! ; also sorry if my grammars kinda bad iys 3:37 am where im at rn + sry if i seem hyper to im just rlly excited rn😭

i’ve been gone for butt fuck long, my bad! I'm in the process of moving and lifes been a bit hectic. Hopefully im back now!

anyway, thank you anon for the bendy ask!! love writing for this inky-ass man.-

NSFW is under the cut!

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[-: If we were to give bendy preferences, I know he'd go for a gothic s/o who is on the chubbier side. I say chubbier because A) body warmth, Bendy's a cold-blooded creature and he liked the feeling of your warm body and B) He likes your squishy thighs and tummy. And I know he’d be attracted to the darker, more gothic style. Inky black colors, blood red dresses, he likes the colors. 

[-: I think the ink demon would be good with someone that was mute or had periods of time where they were mute. Whether it be due to anxiety, overstimulation, or you just don’t have many words one day, I think he’d be understanding and would work around it. For many years, he didn’t have a voice, resorting to scribbling messy letters on walls and papers to communicate. If you want to talk while your mute, he’d simply lend you his hand so you can scribble on the wall with it; or he’ll carry around a sketchbook for you to write in, but more often than not he just makes you write with his claws. 

[-: I like the idea of Sammy bugging you all the time because he's interested in your music. It's so different from a classical tune, the drums and guitar, the vocals. He’d constantly be asking about your music. And since goth is a music-based subculture, you have a lot of music to show Sammy. 

[-: Going back to Bendy liking your style, he’d fiddle around with your clothing or accessories. He likes the bling of your necklaces and rings, and often plays with them when you are sitting together. He tries not to break anything, but accidents happen when you have sharp claws. If you do rat-nest hair, rest assured Bendy is curious on how you get your hair to do that. 

[-: I feel like Bendy would find you some victorian or romantic gothic outfits around the studio. He likes taking you to the costume department and letting you run around, picking up some of the black clothing used for character study. Another thing is that he collects small trinkets he think you would think is cool. Sometimes it’s a small rock, other times its a shiny gem he found in a pipe. 

[-: Bendy and Sammy get into a lot of fights around you, for your attention. Sammy wants to learn more about your subculture and what you remember from the outside world while Bendy wants to draw or walk around the studio with you. Good luck time managing. 

[-: Bendy is very interested in your makeup. Please let him draw on you! Speaking of drawing, he also likes to sketch you. His drawings are a bit blotchy and inky due to his skin, and often he'll mess up on a part by lingering too long and having ink form a puddle.

NSFW

[-: He chokes you with your necklaces, not to the point of them breaking but just enough so the chains and pearls dig into your throat.

[-: oh my god he loves your thigh highs. He nibbles around the soft flesh, forked tongue darting around and leaving opaque trails of ink behind. Just no promises that he won’t tear the thin fabric off!!

[-: Relating to the one where he draws on you, he’d love to lightly drag his claws over your stomach, back, or thighs and create delicate drawings onto your skin. Take this as a form of foreplay. (Which bendy isn’t exactly fond of, hes too impatient to go through it.)

[-: Bendy has a scent kink. I believe that he’s blind/has very poor eyesight and relies on noises and scent to find his prey. And his scent is very sensitive. He’ll ask if you can use non-strong soap or something that doesn’t upset his senses. Besides this, he likes to smell your clothing or even your undergarments.

Since i’m nice i’ll give you some elements of a fic i’m working on…

[-: Bendy’s ink that comes from his tentacles and/or cock act as an aphrodisiac. Providing a muscle relaxant and lube, it makes it easier for him to fit more and more of himself into you. He’s a big guy! Ranging at almost eight feet, it’s no surprise that he’s packing something big.

[-: Bendy’s big on CNC/Predator/Prey play. When you talk with him about safe words and the proper measures to have a safe time during CNC, Bendy gets really excited. He’s a demon, creatures of carnal lust and sin.

[-: He also loves to be worshipped. As Sammy has taught him, he’s somewhat of a god to this inky realm and he expects to be treated as one. Sammy does annoy him with his constant spouting, but he’s not opposed to you calling him Lord.

thank you for your request <3 My ask box is always open!! Feel free to send in batim requests.

[mystargirl-interlude]

𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑳

Billy Hargrove x singer!reader

Living in Hawkins is probably the most boring thing possible but it has its perks.

I woke up to the screeching of my alarm at 7:30 am letting me know I have to get up to go to school, I sit up and see my cat stretching and yawning as it seems it also awoke to my alarm.

Groaning I get up and start getting ready for the day, thankful that it's a Friday for one reason it's the weekend and the other is that I go to the bars open mic nights. I've made good friends with the regulars already.

As I'm brushing my hair I hear the honking of Steve's car outside my house.

"Shit shit shit shit shit!"

Running out barefoot with only socks on, my bag over my shoulder and my sneakers in my hand I get in the backseat of his car.

"Hey nance!"  I greet Nancy

"Morning y/n!" Steve and Nancy reply in sync

"Well aren't you a lovely disaster this morning" Steve teases

"Fuck you i had to shower " I reply laughing

As we pull up to the school I managed to pull myself together and not look homeless.

Last night wasn't one of the best. My mother suffers from a handful of mental illness one of those being bipolar disorder and there are times where she can hate my guts and other times where she acts like nothing happened, she's had one of her episodes last night and screamed at me for my room being messy and threw my mirror at me making it shatter into a million pieces.

On Monday we got a new student his name was billy and he came from California. What is he doing here? I have to fucking idea. We didn't exactly have the best first interactions I guess? On his first day he's befriended Tommy and his group. Unfortunately for me I wasn't my nicest looking as the night before I had another argument with my mom which led to her kicking me out of the house so I went to school the next morning red eyes and a messy bun.

Monday morning

When I arrived on school on Monday Tommy and his group were staring at me. Im popular but not how you think. I don't have a large group of friends nor am I rich. Through all the hate I received throughout my childhood I have made a promise to never give hate no matter how much I receive. I don't have 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 with anyone in this school. At least not that I know of.

"Hey y/l/n you good?" I hear carol ask

I turn to look her way and see her friends and the new kid staring at me

"Uh- yeah, just hard night, you know" I replied

Carol might seem like a total bitch but she isn't once you befriend her, she's known of my home life for a while now

I take another glance at the new kid once again and we end up making eye contact for what seems like forever until I enter the actual school.

Present time

Me Nancy and Steve walked into the school and going out separate ways as we all the different classes, I head to my seat in the back of the class and start doodling in my journal watching the class fill up as the bell rings.

Keeping my eyes on my journal I see someone out of the corner of my eye take the desk next to me.

"Hey y/l/n" i hear the voice of billy say as I look up

"Hey, morning" I reply smiling

"What're you drawing?" He asked with a small smirk playing on his lips

"oh, just doodles to pass time" I reply slightly inhaling as he gets closer to see

I'm enjoying the time we spend talking until some girl next to him gets his attention by whining his name and then proceeds to ask him out.

Slightly upset that he chose to ignore me I turn my attention to the window showing the outside track by the gym.

This class period is one of the longest classes I have being 3 hours long so that gives me time to work on random things, I've been writing this song since last week labeling it "mirrorball" as mirrorball was the original name of a ball covered in shattered pieces of a mirror before getting the name "disco ball" as they were used in the 70s at discos

While finishing last minute things on the song I see billy look at my journal through the corner of my eye.

Quickly not sparing him a glance I close my journal just in time as the bell rings and being the first one out of the class

"Y/n!" I hear billy yell

Turning around I reply "hey?"

"Sorry about earlier uh yeah " he says scratching his neck

"Why?"

"Oh cause you know, Emma"

"Oh that! Yeah don't worry about it" I fake smile

It's awkward silence for about 5 seconds

"Um sorry I'm gonna head to class" I say walking away before he can respond

Time skip

As I make my way inside my house I hear the phone start ringing, rushing to it I answered

"Hey y/n" I hear on the other side of the phone that it's Eddie

"Oh hey Ed's! Are you ready for tonight?" I ask him because he is the keys during my set

"Yep, so do you want me to pick you up?"

"Yeah that would be great see you then!"

Changing into my outfit for tonight it's a flowy purple dress with ruffles and bell sleeves pretty much giving a hippie fairy is what I hoping for

<3

Me and Eddie arrive to the bar a bit before I go on to set up and try to get there before it gets busy

After setting up I begin seeing people start to pour in as the sun sets, unfortunately I still have a quick sound check before.

Making my way to the bathroom I see billy sitting at the bar with Emma with his tongue practically down her throat

Part two https://www.tumblr.com/mystargirl-interlude/721670506571513856/%F0%9D%91%AD%F0%9D%91%B6%F0%9D%91%B9-%F0%9D%91%AD%F0%9D%91%B9%F0%9D%91%AC%F0%9D%91%AC-bh

[sol-arise0]

I WILL WRITE TO ALL CUSTOMERS MYSELF WITHIN A WEEK.

(With a detailed text of what happened to me and what we will do next...)

Thank you in advance, if you can read this to the end, there will be a lot of letters about my feelings that I have always held back. But I no longer have the strength to remain silent.

Now there will be a long post about why for more than a year I behaved badly on social networks, practically not posting art. Some of my subscribers have probably seen posts that I had to have two operations (one was on my stomach in 2022, the second on my eye in 2023, and unfortunately both times fell in February, on the eve of my birthday) Now, looking at the past, I understand that this there were the clearest hints that I was mentally ill back then. Because the doctors in both cases said that the reason could be stress, which caused an exacerbation. But it just so happens that I live in a family where we BASICALLY DON'T TALK ABOUT OUR PROBLEMS, essentially downplaying that, wow, it turns out it can be bad mentally, not just physically?

In addition, I am the daughter of my father, whom my whole family sincerely despises for leaving my mother with debts so HUGE that she has been paying them off for 20+ years. I think you understand why my mother feels negative emotions towards me, putting pressure on me, trying to change me. Unfortunately, I now realize that she didn't do any better. For this reason, in the late spring of 2023, I moved into my sister's apartment, during her absence, to keep an eye on it. And feeling that no one is pushing you, how you talk, walk, sleep, eat, that you don't have a boyfriend, you look terrible and other things - it was easier for me. So it turned out that when my sister returned from vacation, I asked her to stay for another while. And well, in short, it was both a good and a terrible time.

In a nutshell, I was working through my problems, and the second dragged myself to the bottom. Of course, because I expected🥹👍 that I would take up painting seriously, working for money🤌, no one would touch me, (I was always a "housewife" in the family house, because we could not hire special people, so to help my mother, I did all the work around the house, garden, and even I helped with the documentation, although I am very inattentive.)

Living with my sister, I realized that all my expectations would crack against mine... Apathy? I don't know what to call this period, but I was just basically a vegetable. I didn't want anything. I got into debt because of this, I couldn't get a job, and drawing made my hands tremble because I had commission that I couldn't finish. And so it turned out to be an endless circle of lack of money and despair - I couldn't finish art cmm, so I couldn't take new ones out of shame, I couldn't get a job, because I didn't even have the strength to go out for a walk. So it turned out that every day I ate kefir with a little bread, because I saved my expenses up to 2.5-3 dollars a day.

Seriously, if my sister hadn't fed me from time to time, I would have gone back AGAIN to the hospital. I understood that everything was going wrong, that it was abnormal, why it turned out that I was so weak, incapable, and more.

And so, we come to the end of the story. I returned to my parents' house because we had earthquakes from winter to mid-spring, and living on the 12th floor you only think about a quick death.:"") I'm going through this mini home hell again, because it's even more fun! My stepfather and mother converted to Islam. Completely. And you probably know that painting, music, open clothes and other things are considered forbidden/sin there. Well, if I used to be neutral about religion, now I'm really AFRAID of it. That one day I will still get caught on gayshit, which drawings I am working on, and I will be beaten like poor girls in Islamic countries. What adds a spark to the situation is that they know what I'm roughly called on social networks (also my older sister, with whom I have smtm conflicts, again fuckin religion!!, SHE IS SUBSCRIBED TO MY INSTA, AND I CAN'T DELETE HER BECAUSE SHE'S A FOOL HAS SEVERAL ACCOUNTS THAT I DON'T KNOW ABOUT) so I think in the near future either to move accounts (insta).

In short, I'm just tired of hating everything and everyone, crying and getting angry, constantly holding back emotions so as not to conflict with my family. Because I know what the hell we've all been through together, that's why I've put up with everything before. And it did me harm, because my creative nature is ready to die from my fears, pain, mood swings and constant pressure. Against this background, I asked a friend to give me a discount so that I could make an appointment with a psychologist at least once (I'm still terribly ashamed, but I hope in the future I'll pay for everything) And she was told that there is a damn suspicion of ADHD!!!! But to prove it, i need to go to a therapist, and this is tantamount to being branded crazy... after all, there are no mental problems unless you have schizophrenia.👍

That's why I'm writing this post. I am sad that I wake up every day thinking that it would be nice to die, and other apathetic thoughts. Now I have to decide to close it all. All debts to customers, all debts to myself, because I know that I am an unloved daughter who knows how to love everyone except herself. Because now, I know that damn it, yes I, yes I'm not talented like my siblings and peers, but I'm good in my own way. It's a shame that it took me more than 10 years of my life and a year of starvation and despair as an insolvent person to understand that I need to mentally support myself, and not shoot myself in the foot with all these nagging and discontent.

That's why I share my plan with the world, because I know that I need support, help, and that it's not a shame to talk about myself and my problems.

- First, i will close my $2,000 debt.

- The second is to set aside at least $1,000 for a deposit for future housing.

- The third and most important thing is to release a project called "ResinRays". This is a large-scale world that was born a long time ago, but was resurrected thanks to a friend who supported me.

Overall, thanks to all my friends, if they didn't tolerate my tantrums, then maybe... I wouldn't write this now. That's why I love them!! 🥹🙏😭💖💖💖

If you have read up to this point, then thank you very much for that!!! It's damn important for me to know that there are those who are willing to at least support me like that! I will be glad to establish contacts and draw again, because let the AI assholes go who think they will kill the creative potential of artists!

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 8/8

This fic will have an epilouge, however this is the end. 😭😭

⚠️Warning ⚠️

*Smut*

*Violence *

Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

Enjoy!

"I just don't understand." Ruben said. "Your sister, she hurt you, no?"

"I know you don't understand Ruben, but you have to let me do this. Just trust me."

You were in Ruben's rented condo. Follwing his outburst against Tyson, your sister made him move out of your apartment immediately. A decision you didn't object to. Your sister also made it very clear that she would not be extending Ruben's contract after his trial period, a period which would end at the start of your world tour, the first show being tonight.

"I trust you Y/N. It's your sister that I don't trust."

"Welp, my sister is the only one I've got."

"You've got me." He frowned.

You sighed. "We don't have a future together Ruben and you know that."

"I do?"

"Yes, you'll go on to whatever job calls on you next, which could be across the world for all I know. How could we possibly make that work?"

A moment of silence. Ruben studied your face, his expression very stubborn. "I'm not gonna work for a while." He muttered.

"No? What are you gonna do then?"

"I'm going home, back to Portugal to visit my family. "

"Oh."

A sharp sting in your gut. A feeling that resembled jealousy but at the same time not. Ruben had everything you've ever wanted, a family to go home to.

"Come with me." He said, perhaps recognizing the longing in your eyes. He did see the effect visiting your mother had on you. Perhaps this was him, pitying you.

"Ruben, I'm not..."

"My family? You could be, if you want to. Do you want to?"

He reached out his hand to you, railing you in as you took it.

"Ruben I..."

"Ssshhh. No more talking."

The bed in his condo took up most of the space, still, Ruben choose to push your back against the kitchen counter, lifting you up to sit on it with your legs spread before him.

"We don't have long. I have to be on stage in two hours."

"That's plenty of time." His lips were on your neck, nipping at the skin, making you moan with the sensation.

"Fuck."

He stayed true to his word and did not rush. His hands traveled upwards your thigh, stopping at the feel of your panties.

"Can I take these off baby?"

"Yes, please, take them off."

You leand back, scooting your hips closer to his groin. Once you're panties were off Ruben's hands began exploring your need for him.

"You like that?" He said, seeing you throw your head back with the soft touch of his fingers.

"I said, do you like this?"

It was hard to speak. You bit your lip and nodded.

"Good, now come for me."

He started fucking you with his fingers, his thumb drawing circles over your swollen bead.

"Fuck, Ruben."

He was fucking you fast then slow, unpredicting the current pace. He wanted you to last as long as possible. However you failed to control yourself, grabbing a hold of his shoulders as your pussy clenched around his fingers, making a sticky mess.

"So eager." He chuckled. His lips against your ear.

"Fuck me." You groaned.

He raised his hips to be level with your entrance. Unbeckling his belt his errect cock fell right out of his pants, slapping against your folds.

"Sorry."

"No. I want you. Like this." You said reaching down to grab a hold of his flesh. You felt his cock pulsate in the grip of your hand. Even more so when you strated moving your hand up and down, slowly jerking him off.

"Easy." He hissed.

"I want you. Now!"

"No condom?"

You shook your head. "I want to feel you. All of you."

Ruben grunted. The tip of his cock was already leaking with cum.

"You said you wanted us to be a family." You smiled. "Let's make a fucking family then."

Ruben gripped the flesh of your ass, dragging your hips to smash against his.

You gasped with the sudden tugg of your body, your hands clinging onto his neck, keeping you steady as Ruben began to move in and out of you.

"Yes!" You moaned. "Harder please, harder Ruben.

He grunted with each thrust. His hips knocking against yours as if it was his last time fucking you. Eventually his thrusts became sloppier and his pace slower. Once he accidentally slipped out of you, having to direct his cock back into you. You noticed how he had already ejaculated inside of you, the following strokes was just him filling you up, making sure that no sperm was left behind.

"Oh Ruben." You came with a clench of your walls. Ruben's head went to rest against your chest, his lips serranding your cleavage with kisses.

"Say you love. " You whispered.

"I love you." He muttered.

"Say it again,  louder."

He raised his head, eyes dark and hungry from the deed he had just done.

"I fucking love you, Y/N."

That's all you wanted to hear. That's all you ever wanted. Somebody to love.

"I love you too Ruben."

******************************************

You and Ruben arrived at the venue for your first show. Things looked very different from rehearsal though.

"Why are there so many lights for the lasers, more than there was during rehearsal?"

"I told them to put them there." Your sister said.

"Why? The crowd is barley going to see me."

"Of course they will. They'll all see you in the end."

Maybe it was the nerves. Every one seemed so one edge, seeing as it was the first show of the tour. It was better to keep calm, you thought. Everything would be okay. You had worked hard for this. You deserve this. You had always dreamed of performing on stage, of being a popstar adored by millions. Your silky voice and captivating presence had earned you fame and success beyond yout wildest aspirations. There was no way you'd take this opportunity for granted. No way.

The nerves eventually calmed down after doing you hair and makeup. It was almost like a facade. The makeup up, the hair, it wasn't really you. It was all a lie.

"You ready?" Your sister asked, holding your hands.

"Yes."

"Your gonna do great, break a leg."

Somone handed you a microphone, shuffling you towards the stage entrance. It's where Ruben stood, ready to give you a hand up the staircase.

"Wait!" You panicked, calling for your sister. "I...I'm...I don't want to...."

She recognized the look on your face, she knew you better than anyone.

"I know you don't want to do this without mom, but she'll always be with you." She put a palm to your chest. "In here."

You nodded. "In here."

"Go get them sis. You have nothing to worry about. I'll be right in the crowd, cheering for you."

"I love you." You said.

"Love you too."

You were shuffled towards the stage again, Ruben by your side. He had to step in as two figures came your way.

"Oh my god Y/N. Good luck girl, we love you!!"

"Elvis, Keke, you guys made it?" You hadn't really made time for your friends with your upcoming tour and all. You were glad that they came to support you on opening night.

"I know that you've been busy and all, but are we good?" Elvis asked.

"Of course." You frowned. " I"ve just been busy with the tour and since I lost my phone at your house....the person that has got my phone has really been messing with me and..."

"But I thought your sister got your phone." Elvis frowned.

"My sister? No, she..."

"She came to pick it up that time, after you forgot it at my house right? Didn't you get it back?"

"Um...no." you looked to Ruben, who looked equally puzzled.

"Five minutes to calling, miss Y/L/N." A stage manager said.

"Ruben I have a bad feeling about this."

"Don't worry I'll take care of it." He assured.

There was no turning back. The show had to go on.

The stage was set, the lights blazed, and the crowd roared with excitement as you stepped onto the platform, ready to mesmerize your adoring fans. Little did you know that your life was about to take an unimaginable turn.

The performance went well, until it didnt. The lights from the lazer were going crazy. Pointing in unpredictable directions blinding both you and your dancers.

"What the fuck is going?" You asked. You could see that the your team was looking into it, running like wild chickens behind the stage whilst the show was still going on.

As you belted out your chart-topping hit, lasers pointing right at you, a piercing sound echoed through the venue. Panic erupted as chaos descended upon the crowd. It took a moment for the realization to sink in—Ruben had been shot.

As the chaos reached its peak, Ruben fell to the ground, clutching his arm. The bullet had been meant for you , and Ruben had taken its cruel impact instead. Shocked and terrified, you rushed to Ruben's side, heart pounding with a mixture of fear and grief.

"He's wearing a vest, it's okay." You repeated to yourself and your surroundings, however, Ruben had been shot in the arm, a pool of blood staining his sleeve.

"Ruben, please. Stay with me, please. Baby I'm begging you!"

His eyes rolled back in his sockets and that was it, lights out.

********************************************

Emergency services arrived swiftly, whisking Ruben away to the nearest hospital. You paced anxiously in the waiting room, your mind clouded with worried thoughts. So many thoughts, the first one being, where was your sister? She had split with the crowd, your show obviously canceled. But was she really the one behind this, behind all of this? If this was the truth then....then the bullet that Ruben took was really meant for you. Your own sister really wanted you dead. Question was, why?

Hours passed like eternity, and when the doctor finally emerged, you clung to a fragile glimmer of hope. But hope crumbled as the doctor delivered the heart-wrenching news—Ruben had succumbed to his injuries due to the heavy blood loss.

"No! No, no, no. This can't be happening!"

You collapsed right there on the waiting room floor, Elvis and Keke, rushing to catch your fall. However it was all too late. Ruben was gone, your world shattered by the loss of the man who had been your pillar of strength, your confidant, your love, your bodyguard.

The End

[silverofthunder]

☆ found family – the wedding ☆

Copia & Aria (OC)

summary: And later, when he watched her say ’I do’ with the happiest of smiles, he knew that one day he would be able to let someone into his heart and love them like Aria loved her wife.

content: 0.7k words, slice of life, mild hurt/comfort, unrequired love (kind of), friendship, SFW

this is a continuation piece for found family - thoughts

More of this little series! This was originally gonna be the last part but who knows, maybe I'll write more... 😊 Also, I'm kind of sorry for this ending, if you happened to hope for something else. But this was my plan all along, so...

Copia heard the approaching footsteps but his eyes were glued to the old picture in his hand. He smiled sadly as someone sat beside him on the bench. There was a moment of quiet before a hand was placed on his arm.

”They would have loved to be here,” Aria spoke softly and Copia let out a shaky laugh.

”Yes, they would have,” he agreed, turning his head to look at Aria. She was smiling, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes – she missed his brothers, too. After all, they had been such a big part of Aria’s life. And it was sad that they weren’t there that day to see Aria getting married.

”It still hurts,” Copia admitted and Aria squeezed his arm, resting her head on his shoulder.

”I know,” Aria said, letting out a long sigh. ”But they are still with us, in our hearts,” she continued and Copia hummed in agreement, wrapping his other hand around Aria.

”You know… One day I thought that it would be me and you getting married.”

Aria chuckled lightly. ”You have mentioned that a few times. And I think I thought the same, at one point in my life.”

”Funny how things change as time passes.”

”Yeah, it’s crazy,” Aria stated. ”But not everything has changed. We still got each other, right?”

Copia leaned his head against Aria’s, feeling the warmth coursing through him.

”We still got each other,” he repeated.

Silence fell between them and Copia closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in the summer air. The sun warmed his skin, childhood memories filling his mind and a smile rose to his lips.

”We were quite troublemakers back then, weren’t we?” Aria’s voice brought him back to earth after a while. She was now looking at him with a little grin and Copia nodded.

”Yeah, oh those times…”

Then Aria took a hold of his hand, her expression changing into more serious one.

”Thank you, for everything,” she said, her eyes getting a bit misty and Copia’s heart moved in his chest. For some reason it felt like a goodbye even though it technically wasn’t.

”You’ve been such a great friend,” she continued, squeezing Copia’s hand tightly. ”Everyone needs a friend like you. You’ve been there through the good and the bad and I can’t even…”

”Oh, stop it,” Copia interrupted her, trying to keep his own tears at bay. ”You should be getting sappy with your wife-to-be, not me.”

Aria gently swatted his hand and shook her head as a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

”I mean it, honestly. You’re such an amazing person and I love you.”

Copia blinked as the tears blurred his vision from his good eye and his felt warm yet there was a slight sting at the same time. There had been period of time when he had been in love with Aria and he was sure there would be always a small part of him that would love her more than a friend but he could live with it. He was happy for her and hoped the best for her.

”I love you, too,” Copia said, offering a smile to Aria. Aria smiled at him back and then just surged forward, wrapping her arms around him. Copia hugged her tightly, letting the tears run free. He would surely miss her when she would leave to settle in France.

He breathed deeply in and out, squeezing his eyes shut tighter. Aria was drawing some soothing patterns on his back, probably sensing his reluctance to let go. They still had a little time before the ceremony would start.

When they eventually pulled back, they both were drying up their tears and laughing shakily.

”You’re always welcome to visit us.”

”I know,” Copia said. ”And I will do so when I can.”

Aria’s whole face lit up, her smile wide.

”That sounds like a plan. And who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone then.”

Copia’s brow quirked up. The way Aria’s eyes seemed to glint told that she might be up to something but Copia could never be sure. But he suspected that he would find it out when he finally would visit her in France.

”Or maybe I won’t,” Copia stated, earning an eye-roll from Aria.

”I’m sure you will find someone at some point. Maybe not in France but somewhere.”

Copia shrugged.

”Well, we’ll see what future will hold.”

That seemed to be enough for Aria as she smiled at him warmly.

.

And later, when he watched her say ’I do’ with the happiest of smiles, he knew that one day he would be able to let someone into his heart and love them like Aria loved her wife.

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

on our fates alight- late arrival (1)

A wave of exhaustion made Mathye wobble as he tucked Riven in. First taking care of Alisaie, then Riven, both absolutely heartsick- Alisaie more than his sister, his own memories of the mercy kills he'd had to perform during the war coming back to haunt him…

Enough. Halone's voice was an unyielding command. Sit down. Rest.

"My lady." Mathye murmured. Gratefully he obeyed, his robes rustling as the bed dipped beneath him. Then he started as a glass appeared in front of him.

"Fruit juice." Sebastian offered. "Or so they say. Tasted like no fruit juice I'd ever had before.”

"I thought I told you to sit down." Mathye said, accepting the glass.

"And I told you to go fuck yourself. I'm fine. So is Odin." Sebastian countered. Seeing Mathye drain the glass dry, the darkness Dominant turned. Striding toward the dinner table, he picked up the jug of juice that was on it, coming back over to Mathye.

"How is she?" Concern was in his voice as he looked at Riven.

"She'll be better when she wakes up. Both of them-her and Alisaie. " Mathye watched Sebastian top up his drink. "I still want to smash that bastard’s face in, however."

"The tainted Light?”

"She said it wasn't bothering her or Valefor." Mathye drained the glass again. "I can sense it in her aether but it seems inert. But to be on the safe side, I told her not to Prime." Sebastian offered more juice, and Mathye nodded, "In fact, we probably shouldn't be Priming, period. At least not until we can talk to Zoissette."

"Little hard to do considering she fucked off to only gods-know-where Y’shtola is.”  Seeing Mathye shake his head at another refill, Sebastian went to put the jug back down, but not before getting his own glass.

"Also, not Priming might be too tall an order."  He added. "There's how many Lightwarderns left? And with how beat up Riven was from fighting only one?”  Mathye frowned, looking down at his empty glass.

"I would prefer we not Prime because even though the night's been returned to this area, there's still an overabundance of Light in the aether here." He began.

You think us drawing on the ambient aether might corrupt us. Halone whispered. Mathye nodded.

What if we limited our time exposed? Odin asked.

"A possibility, but Zoissette’s far better at figuring such things out than I. And I'm thinking we need to make it a priority to find her first, despite whatever the fail summoner tells us.”  Mathye exhaled. “We find her, we can better navigate the aether of this world without any permanent damage.”

"Did you see his reaction when he saw us?" Sebastian asked.

"I saw. He didn't expect us here."

More than that. He was lying when he said the spell malfunctioned when it came to you all. Augustine is already suspicious, and both Reinhardt and Zurvan are on alert. Halone added. Mathye exhaled, bending over.

"I can't help but feel we got here too late." He began, glancing at the sleeping Riven. "We came too late, and now she's got the aether of a Lightwarden inside her. And has agreed to kill the remaining four. I trust that damn Exarch as far as I can throw him.”

“Could ask him where Y’shtola is, then head out in that direction.”  Sebastian offered. “He can’t stop all of us.”

“Maybe.” Mathye mused. “Thancred and Urianger aren’t around here either. Part of me would feel better if we’re all together, considering what happened to break us apart in the first place.”  A thought occurred to him, and the priest straightened.

“Speaking of Zoissette…did you lose her aether too?”

“I could sense her in the forest, but then it was like she was swallowed up by Light.”  Sebastian replied. “Hopefully she’s found Y’shtola and unPrimed, but with how much the machine was taking over…”

“It’ll be a while before she’s back to normal. And we can’t track her when she’s not Primed.”  Mathye sighed, rubbing the palms of his hands over his eyes. “Shite.”

The best option right now is to gather as much information as we can. Odin was a whisper in the men’s minds. If your suspicion about the Light-aether corrupting us is correct, then you both need to rest. We will have to rely heavily on your resources if you call us into more active service.

You more than us. Halone responded. Light-blessed your bearer is, but I can tell this is taxing on you, Odin.

It is bearable now. More than likely due to the Light being expelled from the region.

“I’ll see about our rooms.”  Sebastian added. “And track down Augustine and Reinhardt. You get some sleep.”

“Hhng.” Mathye grunted, rubbing his eyes again. “I’ll be—”

“No.” Sebastian’s voice was sharp. “Until we find Zoissette, you’re the only damn thing we have that can warn us about what the Light can do to our bodies. That means not overworking yourself—and putting your health before ours when it’s called for.”

He’s right. Halone whispered. You need to rest. Mathye sighed, closing his eyes.

“Alright, alright. I’ll stretch out for a bit.” He said, submitting to Sebastian and Halone’s demand. “But wake me if something happens.”

------ on our fates alight general masterpost here

[theitalianscribe]

WTDW-Tober Day 3: Founders

Before we start, I want to give the heads up that part of this will be a bullet point fic. Some parts are written out, and others are summaries of or just the gist of what would happen. I am already running behind on these, so this seemed like the best way to catch up.

(Also, also: Reminder that tomorrow is Loud Noise Wednesday October 4. Americans, there will be a nationwide alarm test, at least that's what I've heard. Here is an article with more info.)

-Sara is in some elective on storytelling or performing. The class is doing presentations where they tell a story that has specific elements their teacher put on the rubric. (This is based on a class I had in junior high but that was a really long time ago so all I remember is this assignment and us watching the show Get Smart)

"And that is the story of how I earned this shiny rock at summer camp," The brunette took a bow. The class applauded, then began scratching at the peer review cards they were handed for the assignment. 

"Right. Excellent work, Lewis. Though be sure to move around more. You are telling a story with your movements as well as your words."

Sara frowned at that. The boy was doing a lot of gesticulating, definitely more than Marco before him and Nancy before him. In fact, most of the students stood stiffly and forgot how to  move their bodies.

"Do my notes of stage directions in the script I wrote mean Nothing, Mr. Edricson?" the boy grumbled under his breath as he passed Sara on his way to his seat. 

Sara agreed. Mr Edricson was kind of a tool. Most of the class was either watching clips from tv shows or having the students do the work for him. With a click of her tongue, Sara began the most thorough review card she had ever written in the whole trimester. Under the section for special compliments, she wrote, “I like how he had a gesture for each action in his story. He acted out what he was doing as well as using his narration for emphasis. This guy is the best performer in class, let alone public speaker. And that includes the teacher. Do better, Charles.

Later, when they got their grades back, she saw the boy sigh in defeat, then flip through the peer review pages. Eventually he let out a snort of laughter, which he attempted to disguise with a cough. He looked around the class and met eyes with Sara. “Charles Edricson is a tool,” She tried to mouth. The boy titled his head in confusion. Right. Her grade said she needed to work on annunciation. Charles could be right about this one thing.

“Thank you,” the boy mouthed. Sara grinned at him and gave him a thumbs up.

The boy hung back after class and introduced himself as Lewis Bright. Sara gave her own name in return, surprised that anyone would want to talk to her. She was even further baffled when he asked where she usually sat at lunch. That afternoon, they exchanged snacks and ideas. Through the story they weaved together between bites of carrots, a long-lasting friendship was forged.

-They are paired with Oliver for a physics project. Sara is setting up a Rube Goldberg machine while Lewis draws a diagram of it. They are used to doing most of the work on the project and with how scarce Oliver is, they figure this is no different. Then they see him at lunch fleshing out their powerpoint presentation. 

-He asks to see Lewis’s drawings

-Oliver then scans the drawings and they are amazed like “You know how to do that?”

-He is able to get them into the mechanical engineering class. Is that a class? Whatever class Eric teaches alongside the class he teaches them in their last year. He gets a cameo in the fic and the trio are able to spend a lunch period setting up the Rube Goldberg machine and recording it.

-Eric makes a comment about the twins being welcome to stay with him and Carly after school so he can go straight to his job.

-At this point, Oliver explains a bit of his home life and how he has a job (or jobs) to support himself and his siblings and that is why he has been so scarce.

-They get a good grade on the project and they get slushies or ice cream to celebrate. While there, they run into some old bullies of Sara’s. One calls her the Happy-Hollow-Pockets Arsonist, another possibly calls her Flare-a Covet-Our-Money-Man. I was not happy with how this scene turned out, but they verbally bully Sara while Lewis is getting their ice cream.

The bullies maybe try to tell Oliver about Sara’s past. Also at some point in this conversation, it is established that Oliver has a reputation about being a soft spoken sweetheart. I only bring this up for this next part.

"I have heard enough. All I can gather from this interaction is that you two are pathetic enough to make yourselves feel better by dragging others down with misdeeds from their past. I don't know what she did to gain your ire and I don't care what it is. 

"Do you know what I do think is interesting? How much of our lives is online. We are so well-documented now-a-days that it is difficult to bury your own pasts. 

"Did you know that schools can search through your electronic footprint? That if they find something they don't like, that can influence their decision to admit you or not?"

Oliver took a step closer

"Did you know how poorly defended the highschool's records are? It would be so easy to change someone's grades, remove their ability to participate in extracurriculars, to make you look like a terrible choice for the college you are aiming for. Your behavior, your attendance? They are so poorly protected."

“Are you threatening us?”

“Am I? It’s hard to say. Besides,” Oliver leaned in close and whispered into their ears, “N O  O N E  W O U L D  E V E R  B E L I E V E  Y O U .”

Oliver walked backward to be back at Sara’s side. “I would be careful about tarnishing my friend’s reputation. Think about how it would feel if someone ruined yours.” With that, Oliver smiled and dragged a shellshocked Sara into the restaurant where Lewis was waiting.

“What’s got you in such a good mood, Darling?” Lewis asked.

“I ran into some old classmates and I am just really happy to have you two as my friends instead. If, if you guys want to call me your friend, of course! You don’t have to! I didn’t mean to assume!”

A hand landed on his shoulder and Oliver turned to see Sara giving him a watery smile, “You have no idea how much your friendship would mean to me.”

—-

I think that is a good stopping point, but there were other scenes I had wanted to write:

-Them having a sleepover and painting each other’s nails. Lewis has a collection of holographic nail polishes. There is a dark plumb one that makes him powerful.

-Them talking about project ideas for the competition. They chose to make a miniature moving figurine of a character they make up for the contest. It is Starlight. They include ideas for other characters in the report.

-Them waiting for the results and getting an envelope with tickets to a fair inside. They buy ice cream to celebrate. Sara treats them and the others assure that she doesn’t owe them anything. 

-Sara having imposter syndrome because Star Light is mostly Lewis’s idea and Oliver did the programing and 3d printing.

-They point out that the actual physics and movement logistics of the project was all Sara.

-At the awards ceremony, the director of this competition is looking at Sara in a way that makes her shiver, but she shakes it off. (This is my hint to a conspiracy that Litho possessed someone to make this competition happen and he wanted the trio, especially Sara, to win from the start.)

-The trio arriving at the space that will become Dreamworld. They are so excited.

-Oliver recruits Pen and Eric to help him set up the speakers throughout the facility. He then gets to pick the music to test the speakers. He plays some songs that he just likes, with some meme songs and especially Siivagunner rips peppered in. He watches as everyone catches on. Lewis is the first of his best friends to notice. The Flintstones jingle gives it away. He remembers Wiatt infodumping about this particular game called 7 Grand Dad and how the channel will sneak the Flintstones theme into their songs as one of their more recurring jokes. Sara is the last to notice. She has been getting phone calls more frequently ever since the reward ceremony. This particular one must have taken a long time and captured all her attention. Once she does notice, she has this look on her face that is both fond and exasperated and cry of, “Oliverrrrr,” that devolves into giggles is music to his ears.

[the-ravenclaw-werewolf]

What do you think the 40's Characters quirks would be if they were in My Hero Academia (excluding Midoriya, of course)?

Oh, I have been WAITING for this one!

(Remember, all these quirks and hero names are subject to change!)

MCS (WE): Hero Names and Quirks

Note: Some hero names are not related to their quirks

Emitter:

Italy: Secoli (Centuries), The Italian Hero

Quirk: Weapons Manufacturer

He can create weapons from his body, but only weapons that were made in Italy, ranging from the past time period to current. He needs to be full aware of what the weapon is and how it works

Drawback: If he makes too many, he will deplete himself of energy, so carbohydrates are a must!

(I just like the idea of Italy being a powerhouse despite his pacifist personality)

Heine Wittgenstein: Omniscient, The Tutoring Hero

Quirk: Knowledge Extraction

He can touch a person and extract the knowledge he needs into a form of writing and/or pictures. He needs to know exactly what he needs to extract otherwise the information will end up jumbled.

Drawback: He gets headaches if he takes too much information.

Levi Ackerman: Kapitän, The Soldier Hero

Quirk: Dual Swords

He can produce a single, long blade from the inside wrist of each hand, which are each strong enough to cut through anything! The length of the blades can reach up to half of his body length but the strength of his blades depends on his iron intake, meaning the more iron in his diet, the stronger his blades.

Drawback: He is unable to retract his blade once they are released and his wrists will start to get irritated, (red, itchy), if they produce blade too times consecutively.

Credit to: juniperarts at Twitter (@juniperjadelove)

Satoru Fujinuma: Rewind, The Time Hero

Quirk: Time Projection

By making skin contact with someone, he can show someone's memories from the palms of his hands. He can only show up to at max five minutes of memory and it's one touch per memory. The further it goes back, the more concentration he needs. He also needs a date for more accuracy.

Drawback: If he uses his quirk too much or tries to show the memory even longer, he will become disoriented.

Satoru Gojo: Kami, The Sorcerer Hero

Quirk: Expand

He is able to expand the area he's in, while not affecting those outside his area. Unlike domain expansion, it doesn't take all of his energy just by creating it. And the more sugar he eats, the bigger the area he can create.

Drawback: If he keeps expanding too much and or for too long, it can cause his sight to lose depth perception.

Spike Spiegel: Dragon Fist, The Bounty Hunter Hero

Quirk: Bullseye

He can shoot or throw anything with perfect accuracy. But he must be able to see or visualize the target. His range can reach up to 600 feet in any direction (up/down/etc.)

Drawback: Using his quirk consecutively too many times in a row can cause temporary blindness.

Saitama: One Punch Man, The Punching Hero

Quirk: Strength Boost

He can give anyone additional strength by making skin contact. Almost like an energy boost, this allows the person to be stronger than they usually are, but it only allows them to push through any pain or tiredness. For example: He can give a boost to someone who is completely exhausted, but it doesn't mean they're not exhausted anymore, they just have the strength to keep going, even if it hurts.

Drawbacks: He can only do a limit of 15 people, considering how strong he already is, but will become extremely fatigued if he pushes past his limit.

L Lawliet: Lawless, The Investigating Hero

Quirk: Glucose

The more sugar he intakes, the higher his IQ increases.

Drawback: While his brain can burn the sugar faster which allows to consume more sugar than the average human, using his quirk too much can cause a slight impairment of his cognitive function, but putting all of it together means that the draw happens VERY, VERY rarely.

Yuuri Katsuki: Eros, The Ice Hero

Quirk: Brittle Frost

From his hands and breath, he can freeze anything they come into contact with. Unlike Todoroki who can create ice blast, he can only freeze the area he is touching and focus on spreading it to where it becomes brittle.

Drawback: Using it for too long can cause him to get frostbite himself.

Naegi Makoto: Nozomu (Hope), The Inspiring Hero

Quirk: Inspiration

By talking to anyone, he can make anyone feel inspired or hopeful, which can work great with completing a goal. But if he talks too long to someone using his quirk, they'll start to go for unrealistic goals.

Drawback: Using it too much can cause his throat to get sore much faster than a normal talker, so he keeps cough drops on hand.

Haruka Nanase: Mizu (Water), the Freestyle Hero

Quirk: Friction

He can change the degrees of friction on his whole body or parts of his body from less resistance to most resistance . For example, he can choose to have no friction, which can make him faster or be dealt with less physical harm when in a fight, or can have the most friction which can allow to climb walls or be kept from being blown away.

Drawback: When it is used too long, his own friction will change randomly and rapidly from high to low, making it difficult to move from say after a long fight. Water, or most specifically, a sensory deprivation tank works great as a recharging station for him.

Korra: Hikari (Light), The Descend Hero

Quirk: Spirit Sight

Unlike that to her Avatar power, she can see spirits who have not moved on to the other side. She can allow other people to see them but only five at a time.

Drawback: Major headaches if she uses too much or goes past her limits.

(Korra is already OP, plus I want to see her get in more in touch with her spiritual side.)

Langa Hasegawa: Summit, The Winter Hero

Quirk: Gravity Dial

He can manipulate his own gravity to the point where he has a lot, too little, or basically none.

Drawback: Like Uraraka, he will get sick if he uses too much of it.

Mako Mankanshoku: Meta, The Fourth Wall Hero

Quirk: Cartoon Logic

She basically runs under the rules of “Cartoon Logic”, well more so then she already does. Her quirk can also affect those around her/anyone she choses. While cartoon logic leaves herself and others unharmed, she also chose to have people be unaffected, meaning that anything that can’t hurt a cartoon character can most certainly hurt the person in question. And when her quirk is activated, she can see beyond the fourth wall and has a hammer space, but she needs to put items into said hammer space for it itself cannot create objects on their own.

Drawback: She will become increasingly tired and disoriented if she pushes herself too far. Eating lots of food will hold off the drawbacks and replenish her.

(What have I done?!)

Chika Fujiwara: Love Detective, The Emotional Hero

Quirk: Inner Heart

She is able to see how someone really feels about another person, but she is unable to see how people perceive her.

Drawback: Seeing too many hearts at the same time can cause her to lose her filter.

Kusuo Saiki: Versatile, The Psychic Hero

Quirk: Meld

By touching an inanimate object, he can take control of it. But unlike telekinesis, he can actually command the object to do what he wants. He controls up to ten objects at a time.

Drawback: Controlling something for too long can cause him to lose mental focus.

Mafuyu Sato: Treble Chief, The Song Hero

Quirk: Soundtrack

He can sing/play a song and it will affect a situation depending on what type of song it is, like playing a heroic song will give the heroes the win or playing a sad song will cause misfortune. As long as he knows the whole song and can play it, even if it’s on one instrument, it’s fair game. He can just play the instrumental, but if he can sing it or add lyrics to it will increase the odds in his favor. But when the song starts to end, the quirk will lose its hold and he will need the same amount of time of how long the song was to recharge before he can use his quirk again. But listening to songs while at rest will speed up the process, plus it will increase the power of his quirk.

Drawback: His fingers and hands will get stiff and or lose his voice if he goes on for too long.

Ryota Suzui: Jack of Trades, The Wagering Hero

Quirk: Gamble

He can make a bet or gamble with someone or multiple people and either side wins the bet/gamble the other must follow through the wager. If neither side does, then they will become physically sick until they complete the wager. However, the other party he is betting with must agree to the bet. And he must take an equal trade. Which is why, for the lamest term, this quirk is a gamble to use on the battlefield. But as long as he sets rules and guidelines for the bet, there may be a greater chance for him to win. Plus the more gambles he wins, the greater his odds are in future gambles.

Drawback: Aside from losing a bet, he’ll become more paranoid about outcomes of any situation.

Edward Elric: Fullmetal, the Alchemist Hero

Quirk: Biological Transfiguration

He can change anything organic he touches to inorganic materials. But while he does need to understand the composition of the material, there is no law of equivalent exchange. But the transformations can only last for at most 5 minutes. Plus eating things with protein and calcium will help, (which means yes he will have to drink milk.)

Drawback: His limbs will start to grow stiff and heavy if he transfigure too many things.

Haruhi Fujioka: Endear, The Natural Hero

Quirk: Charm

Thanks to her already natural grace, she can charm-speak to anyone she comes across and can last up to 5 minutes per person before she has to wait another 5 minutes to reset.

Drawback: If she uses charm on too many people, the end result would be the equivalent to after running a marathon.

Senku Ishigami: Dr. Stone, The Science Hero

Quirk: Medusa

Just like the name, he can turn people into stone just back making eye contact with them. On its own the petrification lasts up to 15 minutes and he can do up to 10 people at most. 

Drawback: He himself starts turning into stone. It can be fixed by using Nital, but his own limbs will still feel heavy.

(Credit to j001005420 on Deviantart)

Shoyo Hinata: Shinobi (Ninja), The Decoy Hero

Quirk: Duplicate

Using any kind of light, he can duplicate himself. But the more he makes, the less stable they become. And the more light he is in, the more energy he will have, like a plant.

Drawback: He with become disoriented if he duplicates too much.

(I know many people either go for speed based or flight based quirks, but I wanted to utilize his ability to fool others/having his opponents underestimate him.)

Soma Yukihira: Kaizen, The Chef Hero

Quirk: Chemical Reaction

He is able to produce different factors in his hands to create a reaction (chemicals, pressure, heat, etc), The five basic types being combination, decomposition, single-replacement, double-replacement, and combustion. He’ll need to know the chemicals and factors that cause the reaction in order for it to work. He technically cannot be harmed by these reactions, but caution is still advised. Eating food will help restore his energy.

Drawback: His hands will start to lose feeling if he produces too many reactions.

(Does it feel like I'm stretching with this one?)

Tanjiro Kamado: Steel Edge, The Demon Slaying Hero

Quirk: Whetstone

He can take about anything and turn it so sharp, turning it into a weapon itself.

Drawback: Hands will start to cramp if used too much.

Iruma Suzuki: Ten'nō (Emperor), The Leading Hero

Quirk: Animal Summon

He can summon any animal he chooses to help him, but the sizes of the animal, the type, and where they're from must be taken into account of difficulty. For example: Say Iruma is in Japan. For example, beetles are easy to summon but if there's only a specific type found in America, then that would make it harder to summon. But take a tiger, which would be hard to summon, but if there are a specific type are found in Japan, then it would be a bit more easier compared to the beetles.

Drawback: Fatigue from summoning, depending on how many and or what type. Keeping snacks on him will help restore his energy.

Hanako-kun: Poltergeist, The Haunting Hero

Quirk: Sensory Deprivation

He can deprive someone of one or all five of their senses but he has to skin to skin five finger contact in order for it to work.

Drawback: Uses too much of it and he too will start to lose his own five senses.

Killua Zoldyck: Giga Watts, The Electric Hero

Quirk: Energy Transfer

He can take energy from one thing, and transfer to another. It can transfer from object to object, object to human, human to object, or human to human. But it is safer to do the transfer from the same type since one different type to another can result in too much intake of energy to too little intake of energy.

Drawback: It may take a while, but his own energy will be depleted if he uses too much.

Emma: Himawari (Sunflower), The Cheerful Hero

Quirk: Healing Petals

She can grow Himawaris and feed the petals to others to heal them. The greater the injury, the more petals she would need, but she cannot regrow limbs.

Drawback: Grow too many flowers and she will start to feel under the weather.

Transformation:

U-1146: Neuturotekutā (Neutrophil), The Leukocyte Hero

Quirk: Cell Alteration

As a cell himself, he can transform into other cells and gain the skill sets that come with said cell. But he needs a deep understanding of the cell itself and how it functions before he can change into them.

Drawback: It’s easy for him to change into, but harder to get out of.

Kae Serinuma: Aficionadress (aficionado), The Otaku Hero

Quirk: Environmental Archetypes

When thrown into a situation, she can change herself into a persona to fit the situation in both looks and personality.

Drawback: If she stays as a persona for too long, she will slowly forget who she is and lose her memories. Best way to counter this is by having someone nearby keeping her grounded.

Legoshi: Ipomoea Alba (Moonflower), The Canidae Hero

Quirk: Wallflower

He can turn into the surrounding plants in the vicinity. Whether it’s just a potted plant or a whole field, he just needs to know what kind of flower it is in order for it to work.

Drawback: When he changes back, he might be covered in pollen, petals, or leaves depending on the plant. The longer he stays as one, the more there will be stuck on him

Rin Okumura: Blue Exorcist, The Anti-Diabolist Hero

Quirk: Mythical

He can shapeshift into mythical creatures, but ONLY mythical creatures. And any powers associated with said creature he will have.

Drawback: He cannot stay as a mythical creature too long otherwise he will start to lose himself.

Tetsuya Kuroko: Phantom, The Unseen Hero

Quirk: Shadow Travel

By turning into a literal shadow, he can both cling to a moving one and travel through stationary shadows and take others along with him. He needs to know and has to been already to the location he wants to travel to. The smaller the shadow, the harder it is to travel through.

Drawback: If he uses too many times, his lack of presence will increase sufficiently, to the point of which he becomes ghost-like, (Unable to touch things, nobody can hear him, etc).

Tohru Honda: Constella, The Zodiac Hero

Quirk: Chinese Zodiac

She is able to transform into any animal of the Chinese zodiac, including the cat. Unlike Hatori and Kureno, she can turn into said animals, and in their adult forms. But the bigger the animal is compared to her, the harder it is for her it is to transform. The transformations are all or nothing, but she can even communicate to other animals in her forms.

Drawback: Transforming too much can make her emotionless.

Zuko: Blue Spirit, The Hearth Hero

Quirk: Life Flame

He can turn himself into fire and burn at different temperatures at will. While his weaknesses are that of regular flames, he has more resistance to them since it cannot actually kill him.

Drawback: The longer and hotter he uses his life flame will result in him overheating and having a raging fever as an end result. Combined with the fact that he is a firebender, his temperature would be abnormally high and he could burn or melt anything that his body or parts came into contact with in his fainted state.

Shigeo Kageyama: Mob, The Esper Hero

Quirk: Ghost

He can turn into different types of ghosts. The more well known a type of ghost is to him, the easier it is to shift. Any power or physical appearance of said ghost will be present.

Drawback: He will feel disoriented and lethargic if he stays as a ghost for too long.

Ciel Phantomhive: Cerberus, The Nobleman Hero

Quirk: Canine

He can change to partly having features or completely into a dog. It can either be a wild or a domestic dog, but he needs to know which type of dog he's doing when changing only one or two attributes, ex. smell and sight, since each dog is better at one category then another.

Drawback: He will become a bit more aggressive and territorial if he keeps his changes for too long.

Mutation:

Kobayashi: Mazādoragon (Mother Dragon), The Dragon Hero

Quirk: Dragon

While mainly humanoid, she has the physical attributes of a dragon such as wings, tail, eyes, claws and even horns. Her abilities are flight, strength, and fire breathing.

Drawback: Her main drawback comes from her fire breathing, because if she uses it too much, she’ll slowly lose breaths to produce them and will gain a fever.

Nagisa Shiota: Madowasu (Beguile), The Snake Hero

Quirk: Naga

His lower body is that of a snake. He has scales around his neck and face, slitted eyes, retractable fangs, and a forked tongue. He feels the vibrations in the ground, smells the air with his tongue, and can constrict his enemies. If he truly feels threatened, he can produce a paralyzing venom from his fangs.

Drawback: Aside from fatigue from fighting for too long, he is cold blooded. So he cannot be in a cold environment for too long otherwise he will slip into hibernation.

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading - 3rd of March 2023

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 1st of March, 2023

Question: When will whatever is going to happen to Camilla, happen?

This is a one card draw as a follow up to my reading on the 1st of March, which indicated that something would happen to Camilla that would cause King Charles to resign from his position.

Card Drawn: The Four of Swords.

This is a card of rest, complete and utter rest, and of withdrawal from the world. The Rider Waite card shows the tomb of a knight, so it is traditionally a death card. It can also indicate a long period of recovery from an illness or even a long and slow decline into death, for example if you have some disease or condition that will just keep eroding your health over years.

The message from this card is of the need to rest. Camilla needs to slow down and take things easily. To be blunt, she needs to go off and have a quiet retreat somewhere, like what is shown on the card, or she needs just to withdraw from public duties for a while and rest. She is pushing herself too hard and that will have disastrous consequences for her health if she is not careful.

Given that she has just had Covid for the second time and the need to rest shown on this card, I am wondering of she is going to develop what they now call "Long Covid" (it used to be CFS or ME). I have a family member with this condition and it is heartbreaking. They are so tired that all they want to do is rest, all day, everyday. You know how you feel when you have glandular fever, or when you are just starting to recover from an illness. and you are just tired and you ache all over and you can't concentrate on anything? Having CFS/ME/Long Covid is feeling like that 24/7 with no improvement, for months or years at a time. It is not a fate that I would wish on anyone, but it does fit the need to rest shown by the Four of Swords. It could be something else as well, of course - some illness or condition that means that Camilla needs to rest as much as she can.

The main energy from this card is that Camilla needs to rest. As a timing card (and I am not the best with timing), the $ of Swords can mean a number of things:

Swords are weeks, so it could mean 4 weeks from now.

Swords are associated with the season of Autumn, and we have just entered the autumn season here (March April May) - remember I am in the Southern Hemisphere, so the seasons are reversed.

Swords are Air signs, and we have just come out of Aquarius, so the next Air season is Gemini, in late May to late June.

The four swords in the card are making an eight point star, which reminds me of the eight ?fire festivals? -summer solstice, winter solstice, spring equinox, autumn equinox, candlemas, may day, lammas, and all saints/all souls. I don't know the proper names for the festivals and I have no idea how they fit into this timing wise - the natural turning of the year, perhaps, as symbolic of the natural course of a life from birth to death? - but that is something in the card which just struck me.

So the timing is a bit all over the place. As I said in the reading to which this is a follow up, if we get to the end of April with no news about Camilla I will be happy, and now if we make it to the second half of the year with no news I will be happier still. On the other hand, I doubt that Camilla would have picked out her crown for the coronation if she knew there was no chance of her attending the event. So, my conclusion is who knows, my timing skills need a lot more work, and I am going to leave this one up to the universe whilst hoping that the energy (of incapacitation or in the worst case, a long decline to death) is dissipated by being expressed in the reading and does not manifest in the real world.

Overall, the message from the cards is not one of timing but an urgent message to Camilla to rest and to keep on resting.

[beforeitrains]

Do you have any Kai and Hiyori headcanons you've been thinking about that may not necessarily fit into the fic you are writing?

Wow, thank you so much for asking this! I’m gonna ramble a bit about how their story plays out in my head. Hopefully, it will make sense in the end. Sorry, this is long.

Alright, so after watching Kai’s story, I’ve got the impression that Asunaro has some cult-like qualities. Like they’ve got science, but there’s also an irrational religious element to their hierarchy. Spiritual leaders can do almost anything, group mentality keeps everyone in check. So I would guess that the Hiyori clan is Asunaro royalty, while the Satous are from a more humble assassin class. These families were never equals, but the relationship between them was polite and civil in the beginning. Momdori would pay Gashu regular visits, and sometimes little Sou would tag along. Whenever that happened, Gashu would bestow Kai with the utmost important task of entertaining the young guest. Even at the age of 8-9, Kai was an extraordinarily obedient, calm and patient child. Unlike other Asunaro kids, he was able to handle Sou’s (~6-7 years old) violent tendencies and intrusive curiosity, considering this challenge to be a part of his assassin training. He introduced Sou to different games, dodged an occasional knife attack aimed at his back, even stopped the younger boy from chopping off a finger or from setting himself on fire.

Sou never caught on that Kai was mostly being nice to him to win father's approval. He adored the older boy to the point of drawing the two of them holding hands, getting married, dissecting people together. Occasionally, Momdori would find those pictures, and her eyebrows would furrow in parental concern. But mostly she’d tell herself that as long as she followed the will of the organization, God would guide her son.

The play dates soured after Sei became part of the Satou family. Sei had zero patience for Sou's antics. And since Sei was older and stronger, their very first game ended with hurt feelings and knocked out milk teeth. Subsequently, Sei perished during the Assassin Game. Gashu's mind started to crumble under pressure. And Kai was faced with the reality of who the Hiyoris actually were and just how much power they wielded. 

So when Sou appeared at Kai’s door with a smug smile, hoping to reconnect with his playmate, things did not go well. Kai summoned all the icy sternness he had inherited from Gashu, going so far as to let Sou know that he never liked him to begin with. Hearing this sent the younger boy running home in tears.

This is the part I’m not sure about. Kai and Sou could have just cut contact, which would have lead to misunderstandings and hatred in the future (1). Alternatively, their relationship could have become more detached and formal (2). I started off writing (1), but (2) would be more realistic, probably, since the two of them likely had classes and other activities together with the rest of Asunaro kids. So let's go with (2).

During the following years, Kai likely got to witness Sou's character go from troubling to monstrous. At school, Sou would scheme against older and more popular kids and use his younger, weaker classmates mercilessly for his own benefit. The influence of Momdori on Sou's character was probably huge during this period (we know from her convos with Gashu that she was deceitful and manipulative). Finally, if we’re to believe that Kai started his assassin training in elementary school, then it is likely that Sou was on his way to become an Asunaro businessman by junior high. 

Now Kai had lots of pain to deal with during his teenage years and early adulthood. His brother was dead. His father was becoming mentally frail and vulnerable. He was starting to question the system he’s been raised to honor. But perhaps he did try to reach out to Sou at some point, in hopes of stopping the younger man from spiraling. Hopefully, after many years apart, they’ve managed to regain some of the shattered trust. Nevertheless, for Sou, the process of “giving up humanity” was already under way, and he would not turn back. Somewhere a contract has already been signed, the date has been set, and the will of the organization was not to be questioned. Maybe, on the night before the operation Sou confided in Kai that he was scared. Maybe, Kai urged Sou to reconsider his decision. Still, the next day Sou was decapitated, and the doll/AI head was attached to his human body. I imagine it was presented as a sacred ritual, a rebirth of sorts, with some high-ranking Asunaro members present at the scene. Kai was too low-rank to attend. He spent that day cooking for his dad and playing board games with himself.

Ok, I’ll stop here. These are my rough thoughts rn. There’s probably lots of inconsistencies, and I might change my mind on some details later on, haha. But I do like the idea of them sharing some important moments, even though they wouldn't refer to each other as friends.

[karmas-chameleon]

Me after I finish the first part of a short: The inspiration is back! I can write now and will never have writer's block again in my life, this is the best thing I've ever-

(or, a late Day 3 of the Awwgust prompts: Music!)

I'd never thought it would be so difficult to tell the difference between close friends and sworn enemies, until I saw Manfred and the chief of police spending time together. Gant seemed to do everything in his power to annoy my boyfriend, and yet the prosecutor notorious for his refusal of any nonsense continued to tolerate his coworker. I'd asked Manfred why he'd want to share a space with Gant for any period of time, and he explained that the chief of police, being such a vital piece of the justice system, had to be given some leeway.

When I asked why we were going out to lunch together on his day off, Manfred didn't answer.

So I found myself seated between the two powerful figures at a counter in a place I would've sworn my boyfriend considered beneath him. Our plates were in a sort of descending order: Gant’s was piled high with fries and a burger I was surprised even he could fit in his mouth, mine only held fries, and all Manfred had was a glass of water. Though despite that meager order, it didn't stop him from reaching past me to mooch off of the police chief. I'd offered him my fries, but he insisted on taking them from Gant.

The restaurant was also playing pop music somewhat loudly, and it was this that led to the next disagreement between the two men. Manfred had just finished a minor diatribe against the state of modern music when he looked to me for feedback.

“And you, Miss Martin? I'm sure you've got better taste than this.”

“Uh…I mean, I don't listen to pop stuff a lot,” I said, fidgeting with a fry in my hand. “But I doubt you'd like what I do listen to much more. It's mostly power metal. I like classical music some, I guess, though it's been a while since I heard much outside of driving to work.”

Classical music was always Manfred's choice whenever his chauffeur drove us - be it to or from work, or the courthouse or anywhere else - and I enjoyed listening to it in the background, but I couldn't name a single thing played.

“What’s your opinion on violins?” Gant asked me, and I turned to stare at him with a fry in my mouth.

“...Violins? They're, um…alright.”

“Ooh.” The chief of police hissed as though he'd been wounded, and grimaced at me. “Just ‘alright’, huh?”

“Well, they're not bad, I mean- I don't hate them or anything. I'm not a music person or anything, but they're so high-pitched, and whenever I'd go to the symphony with my dad, we'd sit right in front of the violin section because those were the cheapest seats. It was nice and all, but very, uh, heavy on the violins.”

After staring intensely at me the entire time I was talking, Gant finally nodded to me and returned to his casual smile. “I see. And how do you feel about, say…pipe organs?”

“Pipe organs?” I stared back at him, puzzled. “Like the things they have in churches or something? It's been a while since I heard one of those, but I think I liked it.”

“Ah, d’you hear that, Manny? A glowing review!”

As Gant clapped his hands together, I looked back to Manfred and saw him glaring daggers across the counter. The chief of police had managed to irk him yet again, though I had no idea how.

“Manfred? Are you alright?” When he was too intent on his scowling to answer, I turned back again. “Mr. Gant? Did you say something to make him angry?”

“Me?” Gant's eyes were averted as he twirled his hair, looking suspiciously innocent. “I don't believe I said anything wrong. It's just that Manny here is a violin player, and I happen to have an organ in my office. You're welcome to drop by and have a listen, if you'd like.”

“You are not subjecting her to your instrument of torture,” Manfred said, drawing my attention back to him. “He hasn't told you the purpose of having that thing in his office, Miss Martin. He uses it to punish disloyal subordinates, playing the damn thing at such a volume it'll nearly deafen them.”

“I'll lend her some of my earplugs, Manny.”

“That's not the point. You're corrupting the very purpose of music, using it like that. And there are better ways of penalizing failure - I'm perfectly capable of striking fear into a lousy detective without causing them physical harm.”

“Hmm, and you'd think I was the nice one, from what I hear around the police department.”

I could already anticipate the two of them arguing for the rest of lunch, and attempted to put a stop to it with a hand placed gently on Manfred's arm. “You could play for me at home, if you want. I bet if anyone could make me love the violin, it would be you.”

“Oh, Manny's quite good,” Gant commented.

“Of course I am,” Manfred huffed at his coworker before finally turning his attention to me. “And I'd love to serenade you, dear. At a reasonable volume, with a quality instrument.”

“I'm looking forward to it,” I said with a smile. My boyfriend leaned over to kiss my cheek, pulling back with a grin - and another of Gant's fries.