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Blue Skies- Yeosang x Female!Baker!Reader

Word Count: 2,970 | Fluff | Warnings: none hehe

I have decided to do a coffee shop story for every member because why not 😌 feat. Wooyoung because I can dangit 😈

Sun filtered through the plants that dripped from window boxes, falling gently onto the crown of Yeosang’s head. He strolled gently down the sidewalk, inhaling the scent of spring breeze.

A new café had opened up around the corner from his building, so in one of the windows of free time he received he elected to check it out.

The sign and logo, which featured a blue sky dotted with pink clouds, promised the cozy atmosphere Yeosang expected and received as soon as he walked in, greeted by tables that each had a cute figurine on their center and pastel cushions on all the chairs. There were even couches to sit on and a game table with a sign that read ‘Come Play With Us 🩷’. Yeosang considered sitting there, but no one else was present to play with.

There was much that he expected about the place: open tables, a cute but hip atmosphere, the smell of cappuccino steam rising to greet him…but one thing he did not.

A figure bent serenely behind the surprisingly large bakery case, smoothing out the frosting on the most delicious-looking cake he’d ever seen with a pastry bench, eyelashes fluttering slightly as she worked. The frosting was pure white, enrobing a small round cake that was now getting striped with strawberries, and the woman had a small, calm smile on her face, which focused on placing each one just so. It was just about the most gorgeous sight Yeosang had ever seen; his heart fluttering as he approached the counter. No one else was there- would the baker be the one to take his order, too?

Apparently she would. “I’ll be right with you, sorry! Just finishing up these last few strawberries,” she told him with a small, sheepish but bright smile.

He gave her one right back. “Of course. Take your time.” Sure, the others may have his hide if he’s late for practice, but so what? It was one day. Hongjoong would live.

His eyes kept drifting between the white tile floors and the baker’s fingers deftly, but gently placing their décor around the cake, which was soon slid into the display case next to a chocolate torte and beneath a mouthwatering selection of breads and tartlets.

“D- did you make all of those?” Yeosang blurted out before he could stop himself.

“I did!” Your smile widened into a full-on grin and Yeosang thought he might have a heart attack. “I’m in charge of pastries around here! Well, and drinks right now since my co-barista is on lunch. I’m all finished with the cake now, so what can I make for you today?”

“Um…” It was at that moment that Yeosang realized he had not once looked at the menu. His mind completely blanked, floundering for a moment until… “I’ve never been here, what do you recommend?” Nailed it.

"Well, I suppose that depends on if you like coffee or not. If you don't, my favorite is the London Fog latte, which is earl grey tea with vanilla. If you do, the lavender latte is our specialty and that one is really good too! Very pretty!"

Just like you, Yeosang thought. "Well then, I'd like to try that, please," he actually said, shyly nodding his head as she tapped a few register keys.

"Were you going to be staying here or taking it on the go?"

"Ah," Yeosang rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "I would love to stay but I should take it on the go."

"No problem! Your name?"

"Yeosang."

"What a nice name! I'll have that ready for you soon."

She was that nice to everyone. She had to be.

Yeosang thanked her, taking a seat at a table with a doraemon figurine winking at him. Cute. He didn't want to stare at the baker, whose name tag read (y/n), but his eyes had minds of their own, drifting constantly back over to the humming baker-barista. Eventually, he applied the three rule, counting to three before looking away so he never stared too long.

He was so focused on counting threes that he barely heard his name, practically jumping as (y/n) called him a second time.

"I hope you enjoy your latte, Yeosang!"

His heart flipped. He looked between his to-go cup, topped with lavender-tinted steamed milk poured in a heart shape, (y/n)'s beautiful smile, & that tantalizing bakery case.

"Er, before I go, how much is the cake?"

Just as Yeosang suspected, the boys were placated by free food.

"This is the best cake I've ever had," Mingi sighed, "where did you say you got this again?"

"The new café around the corner. The baker was really nice. She was finishing it up as I came in."

"If she bakes that good," the tall rapper continued, "I wanna marry her."

"She made my drink, too. That was really good. I really liked the atmosphere in there and she was very nice. Really makes you feel welcome."

"Watch out, Mingi, I think Yeosang is going to marry her," Wooyoung teased, sliding over the shining studio floor to claim a cake slice of his own.

Warmth flooded the singer's cheeks. "All I said was I liked Blue Skies."

"Whatever. Keep sweet-talking her and see if you can get some of this for free, huh?" Wooyoung suggested, elbowing Yeosang in the ribs.

"I might go back. I heard the London Fog is good there."

"Uh, oh, someone's baking a love cake!"

Placing the fat piping bag of green icing you'd held back onto the silver decorating table, you cocked a brow at your co-barista, Hakyeon. "Excuse me?"

"Look at you, piping little frogs holding hands on top of your cake. You and who?"

"Maybe I'm trying to get you a girlfriend," you teased, grinning and giggling at the way the tall man crossed his arms at you.

"No way, you're too happy to care that I'm single. What happened?"

Hakyeon stared at you, dark eyes boring into your soul in an attempt at a withering gaze that just made him look like an overgrown kitten. You couldn't take him seriously, bursting out with a laugh.

"See? I knew it."

"Ok, fine, a really cute guy came in yesterday and got a drink and a cake and I'm hoping he comes back and thinks the frog one is cute and maybe, just maybe, I can figure out who he bought a whole entire cake for the first time, especially if he wants a romantic cake."

Hakyeon blinked, stare melting into amusement. "Wow, that's an extremely elaborate substitute for just asking the guy out."

"He's a customer, I can't just-"

A wave of annoyingly well-manicured tan hands. "Yeah, yeah. What's this guy's name, anyway?"

You blushed. "Do I have to tell you everything?"

"I want to know who he is so I can tell if he's an axe murderer or not."

"Fine, his name is Yeosang, and he-"

Ding!

The bell hanging at your door chimed, sending you scrambling to finish your cake's green lattice sides and Hakyeon sauntering to the counter. Before he reached it, he whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "When I'm working, I want you sitting at the game table."

"But I have to work-"

"Just do it."

"Only if I'm not working on something. I can't leave stuff in the oven to burn, you know."

A familiar deep voice interrupted your banter, though, sending a happy little shock through your chest. Yeosang was back. And ordering a London Fog, which you remembered mentioning as one of your favorites. You peered at him through your lashes, blushing and practically throwing the frog couple cake into the glass to free up a hand when you saw him wave at you.

"Hi (y/n)," he said softly.

"Hi! Sounds like you're trying tea today?"

He nodded. "You said it was your favorite right? Then I had to try it." Pointing at the display, he let his gaze fall to your latest creation. "That's a cute cake. Did someone order it?"

"No," you shook your head, "I just thought it would be cute if any couples or people with significant others came in."

"I'm sure they'll love it. Could I get some jjinppang today? The guys in my group really loved your cake, too, but I can't spoil them too much."

Suppressing a grin at the evidence your frog cake totally provided you with, thank you very much Hakyeon, you obliged.

Yeosang left, London Fog gripped cutely in both hands as he sighed in curling clouds of steam, and Hakyeon immediately whipped his head your way, chuckling at your own sigh.

"Sheesh, no wonder. Guy must be a model or something. You. Tomorrow. Game table."

All you could do was smile, blush, and shake your head.

True to your-well, Hakyeon's- word, you placed yourself next to the ‘Come Play With Us 🩷’ sign, legs crossed, chin resting in hand, and latte coastered at your side, casually taking a sip as Yeosang walked in again.

“No cake today?”

"I did a sort of plain German chocolate today and decorate-your-own cookies, so I finished early. Wanna play a game?"

He did indeed, challenging you to a really cute cat café-themed dice game, totally creaming you AKA collecting more cats, and icing a decorate-your-own cookie because quote 'the members were being annoying today, so no free food for them'. He drew the cutest little character on his, shocking you when you discovered it was his own creation.

"I wanna put him on a cake!"

"Go ahead," he said with a smile.

Feeling guilty for shirking helping the other Blue Skies customers who ordered pastries, you glanced up at Hakyeon, who simply gave you a cheeky grin and wave. Rolling your eyes, you returned your gaze to Yeosang, who challenged you to a quick card game before he went back to work.

You won, so he claimed he needed to come back to Blue Skies for a rematch. "I- if you're ok with that."

"Of course," you giggled.

"'Favorite game buddy?' Dude, she's totally flirting with you."

"She's nice to every customer. You should have seen the way she laughed and clapped for another person's joke."

"Yeah, but did she draw a hehetmon with a heart on their drink?" Wooyoung asked, hand on his hip.

"She drew a heart in the foam of my first drink last week," Yeosang shot back, making Wooyoung want to take him by the shoulders and shake the forever-singleness out of his handsome friend, "that's, like, the most common latte art there is?"

The worst part was, Yeosang looked genuinely confused by Wooyoung's insinuations. The man was too pure for his own good. That was ok, though. If he wanted to be an angel, Wooyoung was more than happy to play the devil role.

"I don't know why you suddenly want to come to Blue Skies with me," Yeosang questioned with a furrowed brow, long black hair falling onto his forehead, "I've been going for, like, two weeks now."

Because you don't know how to make a move, that's why. Clouds drifted lazily across the sky, faintly obscuring the sun as a breeze ruffled through the planter boxes. The weather wasn't quite as sunny-go-lucky as it had been, as if even the sky knew a scheme was brewing.

"Well, if the lovely, very kind baker isn't flirting with you, then maybe I want some," Wooyoung replied with a wide grin.

"What?" If looks could kill, oh boy would Wooyoung be six feet under. It was like his friend had been taking lessons from Hongjoong or something.

Plans were plans, though. "Why not? She sounds great."

"She's not your type," Yeosang replied a little too quickly, pushing his stray bangs back out of his dark stare.

"Well, I'll be the judge of that," Wooyoung said sweetly as he pushed open the door, head swaying a bit with the tinkling of the cute little bell.

There was a girl behind the counter expertly pouring mirror glaze over some petit fours. She was cute, but definitely not Wooyoung's type. Even better.

"Well hello there," he called out charmingly as the girl smiled and waved, clearly over the moon to see Yeosang.

"Hi! Are you one of the guys from the group Yeosang told me about?"

"Yes, and you must be the baker who made that excellent cake, but I had no idea you were so beautiful," he complimented (y/n), leaning on the counter where she took up her spot by the register.

It took all his willpower to suppress the grin that rose to his face as his whole body was wracked by a hard elbowing and then some to ignore the whisper of "don't be a creep".

"Well, thank you," (y/n) smiled, but her gaze still fluttered back to Yeosang. Oh yeah. Wooyoung could just see the pleading in her eyes. She didn't want this from him.

"I hear you make great lattes, too, which I don't doubt. What do you recommend for someone like me, hm?"

"Weren't you just wanting to get an Americano like usual?" Yeosang cut him off, glancing just as pleadingly at (y/n), who kept up an impressive customer-service poker smile.

"I can do that. If you like it sweet, we do a really good brown sugar one."

Wooyoung fiddled with his collar. "Oh, I do like it sweet."

(y/n) laughed, but it was clearly strained, and her whole body practically melted in relief when Yeosang gave him an 'I don't know this man' glance and ordered a latte extra politely, no rush thank you so much (y/n), practically batting his eyelashes at her.

"Maybe we can have our next cat café match next time, huh?" Emphasis on our.

She didn't look up, but (y/n) accidentally delivered a killing blow. Wooyoung choked back a laugh, disguising it as a cough because holy crap, Yeosang was not going to take that correctly.

"Oh, is Wooyoung not going to be a regular, too?"

"No, I think he's just visiting for now, aren't you?"

Wooyoung flipped his hair back, coyly focusing on studying the Badtz-Maru figurine on the table. "You never know."

"I see," said (y/n), "good to know."

Yeosang's gaze darted between (y/n) and his friend, expression falling into one of defeat. His shining eyes were hard to watch, and in any other situation Wooyoung would have grabbed his hand and given him a hug. But that hug was going to have to wait, as (y/n) was making her way over with their drinks. From what Wooyoung gathered, she didn't usually personally deliver what she made.

She didn't even meet his eyes when she reached the table, looking only between Yeosang and the drink she placed in front of him. Yeosang looked up at her, dumbfounded, as she folded her hands behind her back, dawdling at their table.

She'd drawn a hehetmon on each drink, completely ignoring the fact that Americanos didn't even have milk just so she could splash enough on there to make one stick his tongue out at Wooyoung.

"No heart," he very loudly whispered, giving his dear friend a coy look.

Meanwhile and in stark contrast, atop the other cup, hehetmon peered up at Yeosang with a wide smile and a speech bubble that read 'date?'

Wooyoung had the pleasure of watching years melt off Yeosang's face as his sad puppy look morphed back to pure shock and adoration, a finger pointing at his chest.

"Yes," (y/n) said softly, "you."

"Well," palming the sides of the table, Wooyoung stood up, satisfaction fully lighting his face, "if you'll excuse me, I need to go look for a pastry to get for my brother."

Yeosang's heart melted at the way you looked at him. Him, not the confident flirt that was his most annoying best friend, the guy who was too scared to ask you out.

He couldn't believe such a beautiful girl, someone as kind and talented at making sweet, lovely things, wanted to go on a date with him, but he would thank every cloud in the sky if he had to that you did. As long as you weren't just trying to scare Wooyoung off.

"Really? I mean, yeah, I-"

"Good. Then tell your friend there I'm not interested in him, just in my usual sweet regular," (y/n) replied, voice and smile as kind and honeyed as ever, "ok?"

"You are? You really are?" He asked, dreamy smile involuntarily widening.

You simply nodded, smiling that serene smile you always had on when you frosted a particularly pretty cake. "Of course I am. How could I not be when you've been nothing but kind and fun, huh? You can tell your buddy I said that, too!"

"I will. I'll tell everyone," Yeosang replied before he could stop himself.

Your eyes shone, that beautiful color pulling Yeosang in even more. "I like the sound of that."

You made your way back to the counter, swinging open the little door and stepping back into the kitchen by the pastry case, where Yeosang's friend wandered back and forth, eyes flicking up to meet yours. When he saw you, he grinned sheepishly, pulling out a wad of bills and slinking over to the tip jar, where he dropped them in.

"For putting up with me and finally, for the love of God, getting him that date."

"You're terrible."

"Funny thing, I hear that a lot."

"But thank you," you added, shaking your head in exasperated mirth, "I needed the excuse to not be as creepy as, well you. For a date, and only if you promise to never do that again, I'll give you one of whatever you were looking at on the house."

"I thought you'd never ask."

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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 months ago

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Light on the Darkside - Chapter Four.

Thanks to the handful of people giving this their time, I really appreciate you so much for that :) To say thank you, here, have another update. You might as well while I'm making such progress with the writing.

Oh, and people might notice if they haven't interacted with the story as yet, I will have bumped your name off the taglist. Nothing personal at all. If you don't want to read then that's fine, I don't want to bother anyone who isn't feeling it. If however, you are feeling it and are yet to reach out with your thoughts, please don't be shy. I'd love to hear what you think!

Previous chapters - One Two Three

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Words - 3,841

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Topics cover depression, suicide and eating disorders. Minors DNI!

“So like, how painful are they?”

James sniffed, looking down at one of his half sleeves of tattoos Ella was examining carefully. He thanked his stars he hadn’t made his way to two full sleeves yet, else his recent brush with death would have ruined the artwork. Not that he one hundred percent fully committed to living as yet, but he was getting there.

Medication plus his new friendship with the pretty anorexic were definitely getting him there.

“They hurt, but I like the pain so it don’t bother me,” he spoke, turning his arm when she moved it to take a look at the other side. “Kinda wanted to punch someone when it got close to my armpit, though. You can be the hardest person on earth but yeah, it gets really fucking prickly there, innit.”

She marvelled at the detail, crows flying across a grey sky, tombstones, a shrouded figure of the grim reaper, all blending into spooky trees and skulls. Upon the other arm, he had various runes, the faces of Viking warriors, and something called a Valkyrie, which he explained were the beings who took the battle slain to Valhalla.

His intent was one Nordic arm, one spooky arm as he coined it, telling her more of his ideas for the next portion he’d have in getting them finished. He had to wait a while, for the scar tissue to heal.

“They can’t tattoo over it while it’s still fresh,” he explained, Ella running her hand down to his forearm without thinking, her fingertips stroking the red scar. God, it was horrific to look at, to imagine his pain. Both mentally and physically.

Recovering herself, knowing how cagey he was over his suicide attempt, she quickly moved her hands. “Sorry,” she blushed, shaking her head rapidly. “Not for me to touch.”

He blinked slowly, a very seductive play of long, inky lashes, whether he meant it to be or not. “It’s alright, I don’t mind. Not when it’s you, at least, innit.”

Her heart skipped a little, dropping her gaze, playing with one of the shoelaces on her red Converse. Despite her being quite confident with men, she got a little shy sometimes, when he said things like that. Mostly, she felt pretty special, since he made no real attempt to be friendly with anyone else. Friendly... and flirty on occasion. Whatever it was, she enjoyed it. Well, sometimes...

“You’re so bleedin’ sneaky.”

“I’m not. Just a clever bastard, innit?”

He had her there, because he was. James knew how to play a game and win. Ella wagered he’d likely be unbeatable at chess.

“Come on,” he continued, shaking the bag of Smith’s crisps he held in his hand. “Eat another one and I’ll tell you.”

It was blatant bribery and likely a huge no-no in every textbook on how to deal with an anorexic, but to his credit, it was working. If she ate a crisp, he answered a question about himself. He hadn’t been hugely forthcoming so far during their chats, of which they’d had quite a few of since their first encounter just over two weeks before.

Somehow, though, he felt great calmness when he was around her. Ella was sweet, cool and funny, but incredibly troubled. It took his mind of his own situation, too, trying to help her with hers. A few crisps here, a fruit pastel or two there, it all helped her become less terrified of what food would do to her. They had quite a tight little bond with one another forming.

Eyeing the packet, she tucked her hair behind her ears, peering in.

“Stop looking for the small ones and take that big bastard off the top, Ella.” Yep, he’d sussed what she was doing.

“Fine.” Pulling it from the packet, she popped it into her mouth, biting half of it away and crunching through it, looking uncomfortable. “So, come on. Spill.”

“Finish it first.”

God, he was so demanding! “And you call the orderlies the gestapo!” she exclaimed through a mouthful of potato, swallowing down the half crisp and putting the rest into her mouth, showing her empty hands to him. “There. It’s gone. Now talk.”

“Bossy twat.” He winked, and she felt her stomach roll pleasantly, making an impatient winding motion with her hand. “Alright, just give me a minute. Privileged info, this is. Ain’t ever told anyone before, innit. Other than the commander in chief.” He meant Dr. Beaumont, the senior clinician of their wing.

“So, we’d been out for a few pints after rehearsal and came back to ours, just me, Steve and Snedders. I was feeling alright to begin with, but then when Steve was talking about the new album we were meant to be recording about now, and the subsequent tour we’ll be doing at some point to promote it, I just started feeling... I dunno. Top grade depressed.

“I always feel shit beneath it all, but this was next level. I was sitting there nodding, saying all the right stuff at the right time, but inside I just knew I didn’t want to even be there any longer, let alone think about a future I had no plans on living. And I’m there, lying to my best mate and all that, and I just thought nah. Fuck this. They deserve better, and I’ve fucking... I’ve fucking had enough, you know?

“So, while they were busy talking amongst themselves, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, picked up my tequila and went to the bathroom. Went in the cupboard, got out all the painkillers I’d been stockpiling for that very reason, took the lot and just sat there for a bit. Fucking worked way faster than I thought they would, innit, so I cut my arms open and then just lay there until it went black. If Steve hadn’t needed a piss exactly when he did, I’d have been dead.”

The way he recounted that, so matter of fact, with such coolness, it truly made Ella feel a little uneasy. He was so comfortable with the idea of death, whereas for her, even though she knew it was where she was heading if she didn’t eat, the idea of dying terrified her.

She could only think of two words to accurately reply to that. “Bleedin’ hell.”

“Fair comment.”

“Was it scary, to feel yourself slip so close to dying, or didn’t you know?”

A wry smile was returned, the crisp packet proffered forth. She rolled her eyes, taking one, James winking. “Nah, not at all. Not for me at least, because it’s what I wanted. I knew, too.”

Another crisp was taken, looking out from beneath her lashes at him. “What was it like?”

“Dark and quiet.”

Her mouth twitched. “Ahh. Perfect for a morose, church burner such as yourself then.”

“Cheeky fucking shit, Ella,” he spoke, laughing despite himself. She had to do it, though. Not because she cared little for his feelings, but because she actually cared for them a good deal. Ella was getting used to noting when he was on the verge of glumness, and she knew how to pull him back from it. Make him laugh.

Reaching into the bag, she took another crisp. It was actually becoming less scary, although her stomach was beginning to protest, her mind counting the calories. Roughly forty-two so far. With James sitting right there opposite her, mirroring her cross-legged position on the sofa, it was a little less frightening. It was like the food didn’t have its usual power, because he was stronger than the hold it had upon her.

If her food trauma was a person, she could bet her last pound that he would grab it by the neck and throw it through a window for her. He seemed very much the type.

“Right, so I’ve borne what little is left of my soul to you, if there’s anything left at all. It’s your turn now,” he began, Ella crinkling her nose at him.

“Everyone has a soul, James,” she spoke gently, “no matter how many misdeeds you think chip away at it.”

Again, she was so bloody profound. “Nah, think I’ve got some kind of demon where mine used to be. Or at the very least, an agitated cat.” The feline hiss he accompanied his words with had her chuckling softly. “Tell me, then. Where did it all start, you restricting your food and all that?”

Ohhh, here it was. The real talk for her had descended. It was only fair that she shared it with him, especially after hearing something so deeply person from him. Still, though. Scary. Very scary. “I was bullied at school. When I was in year ten, some of the other girls started calling me fat and teasing me for having a chubby face, and it gave me the push to lose a bit of weight. I probably needed to, I was a size fourteen after all.”

God, it was ingrained deep with her, James shaking his head. “A size fourteen ain’t big, Ella. No where near it.”

“Well, I thought it was and so did they.” She likely hadn’t at all, but what bullies taunted people with stuck eventually, if repeated often enough. He knew that from his own experiences. “Anyway, so like, I decided to lose a stone. Ended up losing two, went down to a size eight and I loved it, so I just carried on going. Of course, I still got picked on and no matter what I did, they wouldn't leave me alone. I couldn’t control it, but my weight and my eating, I could control that.

“I kept on restricting and losing weight, and it made me feel so good about myself, the smaller I became. I got really good at being sneaky, throwing food away, going to puke after meals, until I passed out when I was at college one day from exhaustion. Malnutrition, the doctor said, from a severe case of anorexia nervosa. That’s when I first came here, back when I was eighteen. I put weight on, came home, and then it all started again.

“I got a little flat above the place I used to work at, so nobody could monitor what I was eating, and I was happy. My weight dropped again, much lower than before. I managed to maintain it, and I was happy. Then my body gave out on me and I suffered a small heart attack. I got taken to hospital and then straight here. Been in ever since.”

Without even thinking, his hand went to hers, grasping her dainty fingers. “You had a fucking heart attack? Shitting hell. How small were you, when that happened?”

“Five stone three.”

His eyes almost fell out of his head. “For fucks sake, Ella! I weighed that when I was ten!”

It was the same horrified reaction she had received time and time again, yet five stone three felt great for her. She felt thin and perfect, pretty and little. Now, at a stone heavier, the incessant voice in her head that decreed she was fat and ugly had reared up again considerably with its noise.

“Made me feel happy, comfortable. I feel like a big, fat beast right now. They want me at eight stone before I leave, and it’s frightening the shit out of me, James. I know I’ve got a problem, I know I’ll die if don’t start eating properly all the time, but it’s so scary! I get watched at every meal to make sure I eat enough, and it makes me feel sick, and like I’m in a bleedin’ zoo! Then, like, I can’t even go to the loo unless Tracy or Chris are watching me to make sure I don’t make myself sick! It’s fucking torture!”

Her rapid spiral took him by surprise, not really knowing how to handle what he was witnessing as she began to cry softly. There was one thing he could empathise with, though. “I know how it is being watched all the fucking time. Shitting hell, I can’t even shave unsupervised, or take a bath alone in case I try and drown myself. Always got Gus or Tony watching me. You’re right. It is like being in a fucking zoo, innit.”

“It’s horrible!” she gasped, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing.

“Oi, come on,” he told her softly, gently grasping her arms and pulling her close. If there was one thing he did well, apparently it was hugs. His sister and many ex-girlfriends had told him that, which was something Ella would have instantly agreed with as she was wrapped in the strong embrace of slender muscles. “Don’t cry, babe. You’re alright.”

All she did was cry more at that, shuffling closer, climbing astride him and burying her face against his neck, wanting to try and drink up a little of his strength. God, he smelled gorgeous, and she felt so safe and warm, there in his arms.

He let her sob out her distress, hidden beneath the dark curtain of his hair, hand rubbing softly at her back. Bone protrusion, her spine jutting out almost aggressively. Christ. He couldn’t understand how she thought she was fat. The poor little thing was literally a bag of bones. His eyes flitted across the room, noticing Gus watching the interaction. If it was Tony, he’d have told them to separate, but Gus was a lot softer. He understood that in that moment, all Ella wanted was to be comforted, so let the interaction continue under his watchful eye.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffed, sitting up and drying her eyes. “I’m such a silly twat, crying all over you.”

“Shut the fuck up, that’s my little mate you’re badmouthing,” he spoke, smiling. “I don’t mind being cried on, just don’t tell nobody. Got a street cred to think of, innit.”

That had the desired effect, Ella laughing, shuffling off his lap. “Thank you. You give mint hugs, by the way. And you smell really good.”

“Ahhh, the girls can never resist a bit of Lynx Atlantis.”

More giggles followed as she composed herself, drying her eyes. “You’re lovely.”

He snorted. “I’m a clinically depressed fuckwit, but thanks.”

“James?” Tony’s voice then called from the door, “visiting time.”

“Aww,” Ella grumbled, poking out her bottom lip. God, how hard her cuteness hit him at witnessing it. “Don’t want you to go, but enjoy your visit. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, in a bit, babe.”

How her heart thundered happily whenever he called her babe. Since the visits were all done on alphabetical rotation, it wasn’t her day on that morning, hers falling the day before. Sitting there alone on the sofa, she reached for a magazine, nothing else to do with her time since Andrea was also likely on the way to her own visit, and no Tiff any longer since her release two days before.

While Ella sat and read, James walked into the visiting room to see a very welcome face. One he hadn’t actually seen in almost three months. Standing, he opened his arms, giving the man who’d scared him half to death a massive hug and slap on the back.

“What the fuck are ya?” Steve spoke, clasping him tightly. “Fucking dickhead, ain’t ya?” A little quiver rocked his voice, remembering it. He wasn’t made of stone, and it had shaken him severely to see his best mate there on the bathroom floor lying in a pool of his own blood and vomit.

“Not as much as you are.”

“Sorry, a dickhead says what?” he spoke rapidly, James not about to be caught out by offering that very word to him. “Don’t ever, ever fucking do that to me again, sunshine. Thought I was about to shit a lung, finding you like that. And I had to fix the bathroom door. With Snedders of all people.”

James snort laughed, imagining it. “How many times did he smack his own thumb with a hammer?”

“None!” Steve yelled, holding up his own. “Bloody hit mine about seventy-two times, the gormless prick!” Taking a seat, he pulled out his cigarettes, offering one.

“Can’t smoke in here, man.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “What?” Looking over at the orderly, he raised his hands high in exclamation. “Oi, what the fuck’s with the no smoking?”

“Moor Acres is a smoke-free facility,” he spoke, his tone matter of fact.

“Fuck’s sake, I bet even Hitler let ‘em light up in the bunker,” he snorted, turning to James. “No wonder you call ‘em the gestapo.” He then pondered for a second. “Can we go outside?”

“You can, but your mate has to stay put. James doesn’t have grounds privileges yet.”

Steve’s eyeroll could detach a retina. “How come they won’t let you out?”

“I keep playing up.”

“What ya been doing now? Twatting the orderlies again? Your old man told me about that, fucking pissed myself, mate!” he chuckled, his dirty giggle filling the room. It attracted a certain someone’s attention from a couple of table’s back.

“That’s a filthy laugh,” Andrea chimed, looking him up and down approvingly. “Wow, you’re a right babe, you are! You single?”

“I am,” he confirmed, leaning to James quickly. “Ain’t a murderer or nothing, is she?”

“Sex addict.”

“Jackpot! Hey honey, wanna come get on me, yeah? I’ve got my car here; I can take you for a quick bang in the back?” He was only half joking, not expecting for Andrea to quickly glance at the orderlies before flying from her seat, running to their table and sitting astride him.

“I would do you right here,” she purred, pressing her mouth to his rapidly. It took him by surprise, but what was he meant to do? Wrap his arms around her and kiss her back was exactly what he chose, Tony and Andy moving at speed to pull her away.

“Come on, Andrea. That’s enough now,” he spoke, pulling her from Steve’s lap, who shared a hissed laugh and a fist bump with his friend.

“Nah, I just got set on by a legit nympho. Quality!” he announced, Tony not seeing the funny side.

“Please, no winding up the patients while you are visiting.”

Steve gave him a little salute, still entertained as hell, winking at Andrea as she was escorted back to her seat. “Any more birds like her in here?”

“None that I know of,” James replied, turning to look at Andrea and laugh. “You little demon.”

“Think I’ve got a new type, James. Black metal guys!” she chirped, Tony reprimanding her again.

Steve couldn’t help himself. “Once you go black, you never go back, honey. Counts for us metal fellas an’ all!”

“Calm it down, visitors and residents, or you’re all back to your rooms for the afternoon!” Andy boomed, pointing between the tables, Steve and James still snickering.

“My Monday is looking up. Come and see my best mate in the nut house and get a cute little redhead shove her tongue down my throat. Might do something crazy so I get to come stay here an’ all!”

“Don’t even joke, mate,” James began, “cos’ trust me, you don’t wanna end up here, innit. It’s total bullshit.”

“Yeah, one batshit fella in the band is more than enough,” he quipped, scratching his short beard.

“So, we’re firing Snedders, then?”

Steve laughed, clapping his hands together. “Ahhh, Snedders. He’s a good lad underneath the fact he’s an utter fucking flid. He’s staying at ours at the moment. Kerry’s kicked him out. Again.”

“Ain’t in my room, is he?” James barked, eyebrows arching. “I don’t trust that he’s not got an entire flea circus in them rank dreadlocks.”

“Nah mate, he’s on the sofa. Might buy him a flea collar on my way back, actually.”

It was a tonic for him, to have a visit from his friend, the hour passing much too quickly, James feeling tired so heading back to his room for a quick nap before dinner. Afterwards, he made his way down to the common room, finding pretty quickly upon nearing the doorway that someone was still having a much worse day than he was.

“Where’s James? I just want to see him! No, stop touching me, get off!”

“In his room, I think. Come on now, Ella. Calm down and come back to the dining room,” Chris, one of the female orderlies attempted to encourage her with, her tone gentle but sadly falling on very deaf, very distressed ears. Turning to see him enter, Ella ran, sobbing, flinging herself into his open arms, James lifting her until she was clung on around him like a tiny koala grasping onto a tall, strong tree.

“What’s the matter, little?”

“They’re trying to make me eat potatoes!” Uh oh. One of her extreme verboten foods. Potatoes, pasta, bread, rice, cake, those were the ones that upset her the most when she was made to eat them. He’d been surprised he’d had any luck at all with getting to eat crisps. “I ate all the vegetables, and some chicken, but because I didn’t finish the mash, they want me back there until I do! I feel sick, it’s minging with all the butter they add!”

Chris went to intervene and separate them, stopped by Gus who touched a soft hand to her arm. “Just give him a minute. You won’t believe how good he is with her.”

“Alright, that’s a scary food. I know, I know,” he soothed her with, her frail little body clinging to his in a death grip. Still, it was like carrying no weight at all. “Listen, if I come with you, will you eat them then? For every mouthful of mash, I’ll tell you a funny story from when the band went on tour last. Believe me, I’ve got a stack of ‘em. How about that? You can take your time as well.”

Her thundering heart began to slow, her breathing steadying itself. Emerging from beneath his hair, she looked at Chris. “I’ll do it if James comes with me.”

She shook her head. “No men allowed in the female dining room, Ella. But, if you promise me that you’ll eat, I’m happy to bring your plate in here.” It was mainly for the benefit of the eating disorder patients, why the dining rooms were not mixed spaces, many of the women not comfortable to eat around men, feeling they’d be judged. It was also a lot to manage, especially when tantrums flared, just like they had with Ella not ten minutes before.

With her half-finished plate brought to her, Ella settled at one of the small tables, James sat adjacent. “Right, get that mash down your neck and you can hear all about the time Snedders and I had to leg it halfway across the red light district in Amsterdam from the police.”

If there was ever an incentive to eat a scary food, hearing such a tale was certainly it.

#original fiction #original stories #romance stories #romance fiction #smutty fiction #original story #tw: suicide #tw: depression #tw: anorexia

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dira333 · 8 months ago

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people I'd like to get to know better

thank u for tagging me @revasserium - I can't believe that last year you were some amazing author to me who I wouldn't even have dared to speak too and now we're just casually tagging each other and exchanging poetry recommendations

Last song: Nothing Left to Say by Imagine Dragons

I have to say that's quite surprising, since I've been obsesses with Abe Parker at the moment. To be specific, the songs "It is what it is" and "Butterflies"

Favorite color: all of them

I can never decide on a favorite color. The bolder the better but I also love pastels... I just... I feel like I'm mistreating the other colors if I don't name them. Does that make sense?

Last Movie: ???

I can't really say. Like, I rarely watch movies because it lights up my anxiety like nothing else. I did watch a movie about a historical person lately but that happened probably a month ago if not longer...

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: sweet/savoury

I love sweets. I love savoury food. Sadly my body has gone into sick mode again and I'm currently trying to find out what I can eat without suffering major consequences. I will never look at cookies the same way again.

Relationship Status: happily single

I am not actively looking, but I wouldn't be opposed to a change. If it happens, cool, if it doesn't, also cool. I like my life how it is.

Last thing I googled: how to increase the volume of bile fluid

I work in a pharmacy and I am a walking health problem. That's all I'm going to say to that.

Current Obsession: soup

So this week I figured out that I can eat vegetable soup without problems. Then I made a soup from rolled oats and I was fine too. Now I'm obsessed with it and pondering how I can work that safe food into my daily diet. Kinda hard when you're always on the go.

tagging: @fuzztacular @shoulmate @ur-local-simp @misfit-megumi @missalienqueen @alienaiver @lemurzsquad @toomanygoldfish and everyone else who wants to do it.

#dira.asks #not an ask #but this is my filing system #ask games

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omarandjohnny · 9 months ago

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SHIPPY SHIP SHIP!

Tagged by @negrowhat <333333333333333333333333333333

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

I didn't really have a fixed ship to hang my hat on in those days (aka the before the internet tiemz), but Buffy and Pike (movie BTVS) were the main couple I fixated on back then (still was figuring out why movie Lestat and Louis made me feel funny in my tummy at that time, so Buffy and Pike were the easier option LOL)

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

Roz and Dan from Night Court; I was 7 and I wanted them married and arguing until the end of time <3

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

(hops in the wayback machine) Pretty sure I was writing for Greg/Nick (CSI) just a bit before Ennis/Jack (Brokeback). Still so very thankful that those four introduced me to friends I'd still have in my life 20 years later!

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

I very clearly remember the Spangel fanvids that took more than day to download from our AOL dialup, yes XD

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Attempting to nail jello to a tree would be a far more productive use of my time.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

Can't say anything comes to mind, really.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Had to go through my AO3 history, last time I had a clear enough head to attempt to read anything was early autumn last year (oof) and it was a modern AU of Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang that I don't think I finished because I really can't recall any of it. Ah, well.

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Since I can't engage in fic it's hard for me to keep hold of the newer ships, so my brain tends to fall back on old reliables- Loustat/Loumand being at the top at this very moment because the fandom's waking up again for season 2 in May.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Another one that I can't think of anything.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

Not Really, if I hated them then I'm sure I still hate them now. (keeping your answer here, Eboni, because same)

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

I'd be cancelled over any ship at any time for anything, such is the nature of this goofball puritanical mindset that has taken over fandom socmed. (I know the problem reaches so much further than that, but I'm not clearheaded enough to write a dissertation LOL)

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

Can't say I've ever had one.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

20+ years ago I was slowly killing copious amounts of trees and our at-home printer with Spangel fics that I didn't want to lose (have since lost all of the printouts, and the fics are still online in their respective webrings, yikes) So yeah, Spangel would probably still win. Ennis/Jack, and Wangxian would round out the top three, I'm sure.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

Bastard-coated bastards, pastel/goth, grumpy/sunshine.

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Drawing a blank here. Though, I will have a harder time engaging if the source material is mainly written in 1st person POV, which is why I'd be considered a fake Vampire Chronicles fan XD (forever thankful for my friends that actually read the books and school me on what I don't know)

#memetiemz

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nintendont2502 · 2 years ago

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Got tagged in this by @laivanfurroo !

Hot or cold shower - hot all the way. I refuse to step foot into a cold shower (in the middle of summer ill occasionally (very reluctantly) have a cold shower but it just doesn't feel the same. Can you really call it a shower if the walls aren't steaming up to draw on?)

Texting or calling - texting texting texting 100%. I *hate* talking out loud, and I'm also just. Incredibly bad at forming my thoughts into coherent words and then getting those words out semi-coherently so it's a lot easier to text. Plus when I'm texting I can do my. Fucked up punctuation,,, or Capitalise Important Words, or do this B3c 0-0 (and also I can add in extra random thoughts/tangents in text)

Earbuds or headphones - I got a pair of noise cancelling headphones for my birthday and I feel wrong not having them around my neck at all times. Earbuds just hurt my ears and usually fall out anyway (plus with headphones you can block out other sounds/people)

Paperback or hardcover - honestly I'm not sure if I have a preference? Most of my physical books are Paperback since they're cheaper, and they are a lot easier to carry around, but I love how important a hardcover feels. I'd say Paperback for regular books and hardcover for important books (but I read most of my books digitally anyway lmaoo)

Matte or gel - uh. Yes

Twelve hour or twenty four hour clock - another thing I don't really have an opinion on. Leaning towards twenty four hour just because the amount of times I've woken up at 2 am and panicked thinking it was 2 *pm*, and then panic even more because I can't figure out how to tell if it's am or pm on my phones clock is. Embarrassing, and twenty four hour time fixes that

Sci fi or horror - I love horror but only very specific *types* of horror (mainly psychological horror), but I love almost all Sci fi (even if it's mediocre. *especially* if it's mediocre)

Blue or green - hmm this is a tough one. I love so many shades of blue (mainly dark and desaturated blues) but GOD do I love dark/forest green. Gotta lean towards blue just because on average I'm more likely to like any given shade of blue, while I'm more picky with greens

Sunsets or sunrises - Sunsets all the way. Not just because if I'm seeing a sunrise I'm up *WAY* too early, but I also just love the feeling of sitting and watching the sunset, and then seeing the stars come out. (Plus where I live has ridiculously good aunsets I need to get some photos)

Tulips or orchids - I've literally never seen either of these before but after looking them up I *guess* Tulips? Kangaroo paws are still better though

Candlelight or moonlight - I love being outside at night with only the moonlight, it's so calming

Pen or pencil - 90 percent of the time my pencils are dulled down so I definitely prefer the constantly sharp tips of pens - also half the time I can't see my own writing in pencil but I always can in pen. Pens that smudge when you write can die by my blade though

Pandas or koalas - Pandas are overrated. I may be biased though

Gold or silver - gold is obnoxiously bright + hard to use right.

Sneakers or boots - i love my boots but also they destroy my feet every time I wear them. Sneakers are less cool but more comfortable + practical

Denim or leather jacket - Denim beloved. I hate the feel of leather jackets

Pink or purple - why he ourple

Chocolate or sour candy - sour gummy worms are literally the greatest things on earth

Drive in cinema or the theatre - drive in cinemas are cool but I love the experience of watching movies (especially horror movies) on a huge screen with a crowd of other people

Deodorant or perfume - this may be the Transgenderism(tm) speaking but I've never liked perfume. Give me the lynx xbox bodyspray any day

Pastel blue or earth tones - unless the pastel blue is desaturated/grey toned I just. Don't really like it on its own. Earth tones WITH pastel blue though

Lemonade or fruit juice - most fruit juice is way too sweet. At least lemonade isn't pretending to be helpful. (Depends on what you consider lemonade though. Lift/Solo? Fucking love em. Generic lemonade/Sprite? Eh.)

Past or future - god this one made me think for way too long. On one hand, at least you know what you're getting with the past? Like the future has greater potential for good things to happen, but also greater potential for terrible things to happen, and the concept of the unknown terrifies me. But on the other hand i don't want to just do the same thing for the rest of my life. At least the future is new, even if it's terrifying?

Tagging @iknaenmal @gillbuoy and @ominous-babe though if anyone else wants to do it feel free! (Also if I tagged you you dont have to do it!)

#wow that was long #i have a lot of thoughts today apparently #me.txt

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luckyyyduckyyy · 13 days ago

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Hehe hiii!!! Ty for the tag Midnight :3

Last Song: Done For from EPIC The Musical

Favorite Color: Pastel Pink! I barely have things in the color but I wish I had more 😔

Last Book: I haven't read a book book in a while, since everything I've read has been fics recently... So here's a dca fic! A Botanist's Guide to Not Falling in Love by Robot / @/r0b0s-robos (Hehe, it recently updated so take a look :333)

Last Movie: For someone getting a film minor you'd think I'd willingly watch more movies... Instead of putting the same one from last time imma say my favorite movie: Treasure Planet

Last TV Show: Dragon Ball Z... Abridged. Again. I love TFS. And aughhh the new game got me watching so much Dragonball stuff.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: SWEET!!! :D

Relationship Status: Dating my eventually-doomed-to-be husband. We wanna get engaged after we're both done with college and figured out where we wanna settle :3

Last Thing I Googled: Nightcrawler Worm... I was reading a short story for class and I wanted to know what it looked like for sure because it was very specifically mentioned and being interacted with.

Current Obsession: Obviously DCA, butttt, a lesser known one is my love for seals, mostly specific seals. Katsunori is my SON

Looking Forward To: Winter break. I'm excited for Halloween but I have classes still then, and I wanna get through this semester so I can hopefully draw, post, and write more ^^

No pressure tags to some of the mootie patooties :3

@pointyfruit @amarynthian-fortress @buzzybee3 @mitathemita @r0b0-wannabe @juukai @idrawfunkythings @divinitea-cafe @where-ismydonkey @chickenchirps27 @flowysgonemad

ten people i'd like to get to know better

tagged by: @megkuna thanks <333

last song: the phantom of the opera

favorite color: muted green

last book: uhhhhhh oh man i really need to start reading books

last movie: phantom of the opera which i watched with a friend

last tv show: the original star trek which i also watched with a friend

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet, i love sugar too much

relationship status: single and not looking, i'd rather just have more friends

last thing i googled: "how to know if skincare routine is too harsh" my pimples hurt in a Different way now :(

current obsession: probably still mob psycho 100 but it's not what it used to be. yay depression

looking forward to: when my family finally moves into the new house

tagging: @scarecloud69 @disorganised-thoughtss @daneonrainbow @lawful-goof @officialkarinuzumaki @leo-probably @vychodocech @umkayonninay @mocha-blossom @spageddy29 no pressure though <3

#Btw Midnight #My bf watches House MD routinely #It has become like an inside joke with our shared friend group #Just thought it was interesting to let you know how my eyes boggled seeing you also watch the show lololol #My goofy ahh gets queazy so I don't usually watch it 😔#Still learned like half the plot from 2nd hand exposure tho lol #Me My Boyfriend and his lifesize cardboard cut out of House #He doesn't actually have one but he would if he could #Thank god House isn't real...#tag game #LD Goofs #Rambles

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vibrantfoxart · 2 years ago

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I posted 34 times in 2022

18 posts created (53%)

16 posts reblogged (47%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@vibrantfoxart

@hellcatshellhounds

@mushtoons

@lilacoraa

@ik-sue

I tagged 26 of my posts in 2022

Only 24% of my posts had no tags

#vi's art - 17 posts

#digital art - 15 posts

#medibang paint - 14 posts

#my art - 14 posts

#original character - 7 posts

#h+h - 4 posts

#quiche - 4 posts

#blacktober 2022 - 3 posts

#blacktober - 3 posts

#character design - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 123 characters

#i also realize i'm gonna have to figure out clothing style for when i'm in the mood for that but i'm thinking pastel punk??

My Top Posts in 2022:

Sonic OCs!

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So I don't think I've ever posted about em here but after everyone on twitter got to sharing about the silly things they did at 13 after some poor taste Turning Red reviews my mind traced back to these guys. Some of my earliest Sonic ocs and what spurred me on to making more original characters of my own and writing stories for them

I remember, and in some corners of the internet still have, old self insert fics of my ocs and the main characters running around going on adventures and then the whole alternate universe/future setting thing that I'd whipped up based on the different cannons and games and shows and comics. It was a chaotic and messy time but I had so much fun.

The folks pictured here again are some of the oldest especially the first three. Jazz the Hedgewolf, on the far left, was the first. A character who'd have speeds that didn't quite match but were just enough to keep up with Sonic and the gang and pyrokinetic powers akin to Blaze the Cat (whom i suppose the young folks today would call a kin of mine when i was younger) I'd even shipped them with Shadow at one point before moving on from the idea.

Lola the Rabbit and Streak the Hedgehog, the next two in order, were the characters who'd fill out their version of a heroes-esue trio (though I could never settle on types). Lola was the tinkerer of the group making vehicles and gadgets for the team and Streak a sort of telekinetic similar to Silver but with some limitations.

The next two, Angel the Hedgehog and Doom the Wolf, were Jazz' parent and as I'd developed their story big drivers for their character development and motivations. While the last one Sage the Hedgehog was Streak's father and the teams mentor and access to intel, also helping to move the story along.

In all genuine honesty I think I'd had a cast of about 20 or 30+ characters for their story and a relatively fleshed out world though I don't know if I'll ever come around to drawing everyone. It was fun to make tho back then and I'm glad it's something I did since it helped shape my creative path I guess from back then to now

Idk how to close this but I guess I'll just echo the sentiment I saw shared to "not kill the part of you that's cringe but the part of you that cringes" it's pretty metal advice

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rise n shine

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Blacktober day 3 - vibrant

figured it's in the name so why not make it about me xD

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taski maiden

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My #1 post of 2022

"Nice weather! What conspiracies are we cooking on the menu today?"

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #wowie #shoutout to ENA fandom <3 #also big thank you to folks who showed my ocs love this year i will be providing more food 😊

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choco-bean405 · 2 years ago

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Heyoo!! I've been hard at work and I have a couple drawings of my Monkie Kid Au's characters'll look like! I won't give spoilers yet cause I need to figure out the overall story for the comic(cause some bits are still a work in progress), so yeh! I'll give a short explination for each drawing tho if it helps.(also, Sorry if this is super long 😅)

Anyways, to start off with, we have MK!

To start off with, since I'm making him the son of Macaque and Sun Wukong, he's gotta have a monkey form! Soo I gave him the tail but for the ears, since Sun has 2 and Macaque has 6, I thought I'd just meet in the middle with 4. Soo you bet he'll have sensitive hearing now with this, next is the outfit, I kinda kept it simple,changing a few bits but I tried combining the S1 and S3 jackets together, buut I thought 'why not add some purple to him?'. Oh and the bandana! I wanted it to be Sorta reminiscent of Macaque's scarf, and yeh, that's basically it for now.

Now Onto Mei.

I wanted to give her a type of bomber jacket just the middle part being shorter than the previous jacket she wore. Annddd the dress shirt she has underneath, I wanted to keep it her style soo I watched the last 4 episodes of season 3 again and came up with making a green flame design on it. Though i thought adding some pastel purple and pastel pink details would work with her as well, plus some red as a reference to the samadhi fire. Also, Can't go wrong with a choker that has a flame charm on it can you?

Next up, our resident fire demon, Red Son!

I wanted to add some Demon Bull king elements to him as a start, sooo, the tail came in and I added a set of horns that'll be growing in. I kept most of his old outfit just adding extra details to the shoes andd adding a dog tag that has the Chinese symbol for "Family" on it. Ohhh but the jacket was the most fun to draw, I wanted to keep it both fancy but pretty exaggerated. Sooo I used the Yu-Gi-Oh Character Seto Kaiba as a reference. Now this is only one version of the jacket since he'll have a separate one with his original logo on the back. Buuut this sleeveless version has the symbol of the Ox from the Chinese zodiac on the back of it, though I wonder, where did he get it from? 🤔

And lastly, We have Sun Wukong and Macaque themselves!

Now, I thought about keeping a sort of Sun and Moon motif to them whilst looking at their previous outfits for ideas.

For Macaque, the first thing I did, was to make sure I kept Macaque's blind eye(which he may hide from time), I switched up his scarf colour since he got rid of his old one and gave it to someone else. The rest sort of fell into place after that.

For Sun Wukong on the other hand, I used refs of his outfits and armour from the show, but also looked at the Monkey king:Reborn 2021 movie's version of Sun anndd the 2015 Monkey king:The Hero is Back movie's version of him for help with keeping his outfit traditional but adding my own ideas to it. For the pauldrons on his shoulders, I came up with the idea that he may have been given a couple scales from his friend the White Horse Dragon before he passed away, used those to make his armour. Oh and I tried making it so each colour represents a past friend of his, So Tang Sanzeng, Zhu Bājiè, White Horse Dragon, Nezha and a bit of Macaque too.

But, the MAIN part I wanted to keep, was the Golden Fillet he wore during his journey to the west with his master and allies. Granted he got rid of it but a headcanon of mine is that he kept it, after he was able to take it off, as a memory of his master, Tang Sanzeng. So I stretched it out a bit wider and made it a sort of crown(Idk what that type of crown is called).

So yeah! That's it for now and I'm so sorry if anything sounds like I blabbered on or didn't explain some parts enough, I'm not the best with explaining things, I just draw to have fun tbh. Anyways! I hope you like them! And please, go ahead and suggest below who you think I should redesign next and whatever ideas you have for them.

Also thank you so much @djmurphy and my friends on twitter for helping me with my Au, I may not have a name for it yet but again, thanks so much for helping me with it! I couldn't have done it without you guys 🥰

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #monkie kid fanart #qi xiaotian #lmk red son #lmk mei #macaque lmk #six eared macaque #monkie king #sun wukong lmk #red son monkie kid #my artwork #traditional drawing

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swiftbell · 3 years ago

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1. Why did you choose your url? I wanted to start using a proper username that I could be identified with over several platforms, and I didn't like the names I'd used up to that point. The name itself is based of a character from a book who was called "Slowswift", an information booker of sorts who had a role and personality I just really wanted to embody, so I took the swift part from that name and added bell to it because it sounded nice. (points if you know where this character is from, it was a very minor appearance for just about a chapter, but he stuck with me) 2. Any side-blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them? I have to side blogs, one being @swiftly-reblogs-and-absconds that I wanted to use for reblogs that I didn't want to have on my main (not that I've been very good at reblogging). The other is a private rant account that I won't name, where I post rants of stuff I just need to get out of my head or off my chest, and then never interact with again. 3. How long have you been on tumblr? I think since 2013? Spring 2013 I think, so it's been a while now! 4. Do you have a queue tag? I have never used a queue on here in my life, so no =P 5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? Some of my friends had moved from other websites to here, and when they also introduced me to a new fandom that was popular on here I decided to follow. (You can figure out what fandom it was by going to the very beginning of my blog, but I will say that it was not Superwholock) 6. Why did you choose you icon/pfp? It's a version of my... online persona I think you can call it? Basically I don't want to use photos of myself, and instead I have this sona I draw. Which reminds me - I need to draw a new version of that, I should really get to it. 7. Why did you choose you header? It's some fanart I drew years ago that I was very proud of, back when I knew next to nothing of using digital drawing programs. I still like it, and am so used to it now I don't want to change it. 8. What’s your post with the most notes? That would be this fanart I did back in 2018! It's also the only post I have that has more than 300 notes. 9. How many mutuals do you have? I have no idea, there isn't a mutual counter on here so I really can't tell. 10. How many followers do you have? 455 surprisingly enough. I barely post stuff so I have no idea why I have so many. 11. How many people do you follow? 169 blogs, I like to keep it small and tidy. 12. Have you ever made a shitpost? Nah. 13. How often do you use tumblr each day? A few times each day probably, if I'm on the internet I'm either here, on youtube, or on discord. 14. Did you have a fight/argument with a blog once? Who won? Bold of you to assume my blog is noticeable/popular enough to get into fights. Honestly though I just tend to stay away from any drama if possible, and I engage with drama even less. 15. How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this post’? I really don't like the guilt-trippy aspect of it, especially if they're followed by some variation of "or else you're a bad person". Nobody can be involved in everything all the time without draining themselves. Just take care of what you can, and help if possible, but don't make "getting involved with every injustice in this world at all times as soon as you hear about it" it a mandatory part of your life. 16. Do you like tag games? Love them! I try to do them as quickly as possible (even if this took a few days, sorry!) 17. Do you like ask games? Love them too! Please ask me stuff, I like to answer questions. 18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? *makes an I-dunno sound* 19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? I'm too aro-ace for this ask. 20. Tagging some people: Tagging @winking-owl, @indigoire, @space-pastels, @cookiemonsterextreme, and @myfirstrode-oh ! Thanks so much for the tag, @chloe-elizabeth-price!

#bibbly bobbly talkey talkey stuff #tag game #this was fun #I need to involve myself in more of these #and start posting more regularly probably...

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total-fandom-tr45h · 2 years ago

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I've been tagged a couple times, so here we go!

🎵Do you play an instrument?- I sure do! I play the throat! XD jk, for real I play the piano a little and the violin, plus it's pretty easy for me to pick up any instrument and figure out how to play it.

Favorite book characters?- I tend to like the underdogs and the "bad boy" type characters.

Star sign?- Leo!

Favorite color schemes?- I love pastels and neons! But I do like dark colors too.

Naps or long sleep?- Long sleep all the way.

What languages do you speak?- I'm a native English speaker, and I know little bits of Spanish and Japanese.

Dreams/Aspirations?- I really want to be a heavy duty diesel mechanic, but life happened and I haven't been able to do any training for it- because going to college for it just makes you dangerous.

Long hair or short hair?- This is a tough question. I used to have long hair, and I want to have my long hair back, but my Trichotillomania makes growing my hair out difficult, since I pull it out all the time. Right now, my hair is several different lengths, and the longest locks are just past my shoulders.

Tea or coffee?- Both! I drink coffee every day, and I'll drink tea when I'm having trouble sleeping or when I feel like it.

Bring a book character to life or go to a fictional world?- I'd prefer to be able to do both, but if I can only choose one I'd want to go to a fictional world!

I am gonna go ahead and tag; @echo-the-half-glitch @child-of-the-cosmos @feralmoonlight @baby-bloos @tway-la @baaaa-king and anyone else who wants to! (Listen I have too many moots to list them off the top of my head)

Wanna get to know my tumblr friends better cuz y'all are dope so have a tag game challenge if you want :)

Also, if you don’t wanna answer anything you don’t need to.

♫Do you play an instrument?

•Favourite book characters?

•What’s your star sign?

•Favourite colour schemes?

•Naps or long sleep?

•What languages do you speak?

•Dreams/aspirations?

•Long hair or Short Hair?

•Tea or coffee?

•Bring a book character to life or go into a fictional world?

No pressure tags: @thebestieyoureinlovewith @nikolaistealcoat @grishaverse-chaos @lostinfantasyworldsbi @lilisouless @l3st1b0urn3s-707 @arany-studio @waluigicumjar

#Tag game

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jamalexlee · 3 years ago

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I posted 50,381 times in 2021

7 posts created (0%)

50374 posts reblogged (100%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 7196.3 posts.

I added 21,073 tags in 2021

#ladies do it better - 6081 posts

#black sails - 4228 posts

#lotr - 1750 posts

#dc - 1694 posts

#the lord of the rings - 1368 posts

#doctor who - 1300 posts

#disney - 1233 posts

#musicals - 1217 posts

#marvel - 1150 posts

#hannibal - 1052 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#it was when i got to the bit in the simpsons and maggie makes three when the camera shows where maggie's pictures are and the sign saying

My Top Posts in 2021

tagged by @ellelans

hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moon light // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // wind chimes or dreamcatchers // chocolate or sour candy // deodrant or perfume // drive-in movie theatre or the cinema // pastel colours or neutral/earth tones // butterflies or honeybees // lemonade or iced tea // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis

1 notes • Posted 2021-07-09 14:36:06 GMT

I was tagged by the lovely @ellelans - cheers

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up - no skipping! Then tag 10 people.

1) It’s The Things You Do - 5ive (shut up they were big when I was a teenager)

2) Goodbye To You - Michelle Branch (Btvs fault)

3) Underground - Nadine Khouri

4) Dirrty - Christina Aguilera feat. Redman

5) As Long As You Love Me - Backstreet Boys (same is 5ive lay off)

6) Cecilia - Simon & Garfunkel (parents fault)

7) No Sleep Tonight - The Faders

8) Never Be Lonely - The Feeling

9) Shrike - Hozier

10) Original Sin - Elton John

Not tagging - do it if you fancy it

1 notes • Posted 2021-04-03 14:20:56 GMT

So my friend has officially finished season 1 of Black Sails. He's already guessed about Flint and Thomas - he figured it out from what James said about being called a monster in ep7. He is devasted by Gates "I'd only just started to like him and expected him to be around for ages and then..." He doesn't and has never believed Billy is dead - he's also in Flint dropped him camp. Loved Hornigold getting kicked out of the Fort by Vane - loved Vane confronting Jack at the brothel. He's long had it in his head that Anne and Max were going to be a thing (from like ep4) - but he thinks they'll be a love triangle/square/pentagon with Vane and Eleanor thrown into the mix - pity he technically wasn't right - though fuck knows plenty of fics went this route. And he loves how Flint and Silver worked together towards the end - and doesn't believe for a second that Flint's gonna die.

2 notes • Posted 2021-12-04 15:49:09 GMT

I got another work friend to watch Black Sails. BAH-HA-HA! I will convert all of my friends! He’s only watched two episodes so far. His thoughts so far are - He loves Max and is terrified she’s going to die shortly but hopes instead she’ll rule everyone. Has a king-sized crush on John Silver - “He’s clever but a trouble magnet” “God his body”.

He thinks Vane is a smug fucker and so doesn’t like him very much right now. He loves Jack and Anne - especially Anne - but worries what Anne’s going to do to Max since she followed her out of the betrothal. He loves Flint but “He’s either going to go crazy or he’s there already.” “That king thing is probably gonna get him in trouble with Tom (he knows Billy Bone’s actor from other things and can’t stop using the actor name). He also agrees that Flint really looks weirdly hot covered in blood having bashed someone’s brains in.

He apparently wasn’t paying attention too closely and so hasn’t realised the connection between Eleanor and Vane yet (he referred to Max and Eleanor as lesbians) - but he is upset with her treatment of Max but also gets why she is choosing that - but thinks her ambition will get in in trouble one day.

And that’s as far as he’s got. I love listening to people learn these characters and come to love them - and trying not to spoil the shit out of everything.

6 notes • Posted 2021-11-20 16:58:57 GMT

Doing my Black Sails rewatch - and still can’t believe how much it still all gets me. Even when I know what’s going to happen it still thrills and chills and devastates me every time. This show is just the most.

8 notes • Posted 2021-04-03 16:24:01 GMT

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #My top tags don't surprise me at all - they're just a list of my obsessions

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