#I am too happy with the cover but also what did I just draw

[zeedikay]

My round 4 was made weeks ago, but I figured you all needed to witness what I have created.

Being kah-yo-teh is suffering.

[gojonanami]

BIRTHDAY WISHES — S. GOJO

content: fluff, gojo baking you a cake, silliness, cuddles, fluff, breeding, my birthday gift to all of you

“What are you doing?”

Satoru looks up, face and apron covered in flour, several open containers from jars to boxes spread out on the counter, and a large mixing bowl sat in front of him. He had a heap of sugar in a measuring cup that he was about to pour in.

“Oh, just baking,” you raise an eyebrow with a snort, walking over, as you thumb away the flour on his cheek.

“I see most of it ended up on your face instead of your stomach,” and he pouts, wiping his face, but only smearing it further on his face, “why are you up so early?”

“I can’t wake up early now?” And you watch him dump sugar into the bowl. And you raise an eyebrow, as you watch him glance at his phone, turning his body to block your view, “shouldn’t you get some more rest, sweets? You just got back from your mission,”

“Mm,” you hug him from behind, burying your face in his luckily un-floured back, “but I’m missing my pillow,” and you feel the chuckle rumble against you, “and I should be telling you that. I know you’re always to bed later than I am,”

“I told you I would do your paperwork for you and I did, because I am the best husband,” you smiled, nuzzling into the soft planes of his back — you still couldn’t believe someone so strong could also be this soft, “you had Shoko check you?”

“Clean bill of health, just a headache, but she said that’s normal with time dilation curses,” you smiled, as he started to mix the bowl, even with you wrapped around his back, “but she prescribed cuddles in bed, and for you to get back to it,”

You can hear the grin on his lips as he speaks, “Oh? I don’t remember her mentioning ‘cuddling’ as a cure to anything,” you lean up kissing his neck, fingers tracing along his undercut, and you feel the slight shiver that sneaks down your husband’s body — and you love it. You love how this man, the pinnacle of strength can be bent by your will, and he would do it again and again for you, “sweetheart—“ he whines.

“Please?” And he sighs, as he covers his bowl, wiping off his hands on his apron, before pulling it off, but he was forgetting one thing, “Toru, your face?” Flour and batter still caked on, but his lips only curled, as you only could manage a half step back, before he’s catching you by the wrists.

“Aw c’mon, wifey, in sickness and health right?” And you’re squirming, giggling as he tries to draw closer to you with flour and batter all over.

“I don’t remember messes being a part of that,” you squeal, but he’s scooping you into his arms, “Toru! No—“ but he’s muffling you with a kiss, and you’re gasping as he makes sure to tilt and twist his head, before kissing down your jaw to make sure you were covered too.

“And now we’re matching,” and you’re pouting at him, trying to break from his grip, but he’s already tossed you onto the bed. He grabs a towel from your bathroom, dampening it before wiping your face and then his own. He tossed it into the hamper, a smile on his lips as he cuddles up behind you, “just what the doctor ordered right?”

And you turn your head and kiss him softly, “right.”

~~~

And now it was the second time you woke up alone in your bedroom.

You check the time and see it’s almost noon, a sigh on your lips as you stretch your body, muscles in knots still, as you slip out of bed.

You find your way out and into the kitchen only to snort again.

“Put the icing down,” and your husband freezes, piping bag in hand, as he turns, careful to maneuver his body to block what he was working on, "what are you doing?"

"Sweets, shouldn't you be sleeping--" and you're stepping forward, trying to crane your neck to see, "no! I have my delicates out--"

"And you're using frosting on them?" and he's pouting, hands on your shoulders, "Toru, why are you acting so weird?"

He sighs, head hanging, as he finally steps aside to show what he's been working on.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

You furrow your brow, thinking about the date, "who's birthday is it?" Satoru flicks your forehead lightly, "ow!"

He's chuckling, as you rub your forehead, "Well, who's the only other person here besides your wonderful, thoughtful husband?"

"But my birthday--" and then you check your phone, the date of your birthday staring back at you, "how--" and then it dawns on you, "the curse, it screwed with my sense of time, I completely mixed up what date it was,"

He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on top of your head, "You may forget, wifey, but I'll never forget my favorite day of the year,"

You smile, "Your favorite day?" and he hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"The day the best person was born to ever exist was born," and you laugh.

"And I thought that was you," and he's clicking his tongue.

"No, I was born only to worship at your feet, humbly of course," and your lips curl, as he murmurs against your ear, "can your humble servant finish the cake, oh beautiful goddess?"

"Of course,"

And now you're sat in the living room, eyes closed and covered by your hands at Satoru's insistence, "Toru? Do you need help?"

"Just a second, you can't rush perfection, sweetheart," and you can hear him puttering around the kitchen, drawers opening and closing.

"But I'm rushing you," you tease, a smile on your lips, "the lighter is in the far left drawer,"

You can imagine the pout on his lips, "I'll let that comment slide for now," and you hear the click of the lighter, and you hear his footsteps finally approach, "you can open your eyes,"

And you do to find the lights dimmed and Satoru holding a somewhat messily made cake with your name now written on it, his sweet grin illuminated by the glow of the candles.

"Happy birthday to you," he sings softly, "Happy birthday to you," and he's stepping forward, setting the cake in front of you, "Happy birthday, my lovely wife," and you can't stop smiling, "Happy birthday to you," and you grin, covering your lips, "uh-uh, you can't blow out the candles like that, sweetheart,"

"What do I wish for when I have everything I want right here?" you pull him close, your lips finding his, "I love you," and he kisses you again, fingers cupping your cheek.

You blow out the candles, as he smiles up at you, "Not as much as I love you."

~~~

"What did you wish for anyway?" he hands you a piece of the cut cake, as you pick up some frosting with the fork.

"I'm not supposed to say, it's a secret, buuuut,” you lean and whisper, “I really want a baby,” and you hear his breath hitch, lips parting, as he looks at you, a hunger in his gaze, before you smear frosting down his cheek.

“HUH?” And you’re giggling and running to the bedroom, “sweetheart—“ and then he’s hit with your t-shirt and shorts in the face.

“I wasn’t kidding!” And he tosses the clothes away, grin on his face as he’s taking off his shirt.

“Your wish is my command.”

And he wouldn’t let you leave bed until he was sure he had bred you well.

[moonyysgirl]

No one will ever compare-Remus Lupin x reader

pairing; remus lupin x fem!reader summary; remus and reader are childhood best friends, remus is afraid of not being good enough with pleasuring girls, so he decides to ask for reader's help on a hot and boring summer day cw; smut, soft!remus, cocky!remus, rem is horny!! best friends to lovers if you squint

It was a hot July afternoon. You and Remus were hanging out by your pool, like every summer since you were kids. You were already tired of summer, and you couldn’t wait to be back at Hogwarts, but at least you could spend some time with Remus.

He was your childhood best friend, and your parents loved him since he was a child. You  always had kind of a secret crush on him, since you were eleven, and by the time you were sixteen the feeling had become more of an habit.

You would’ve never confess your feelings to Remus, cause you didn’t want to ruin the friendship and all that crap, so you just came to terms with the fact that nothing would ever happen. You were happy being his best mate, and even though sometimes you would fantasize about him in bed, you didn't think of him like that. 

But lately things had changed: you would often catch Remus glancing at you, his eyes lingering on your body longer than usual. He was always twitchy and snappy around you and maybe it was all in your head, but you swore you could sense a weird tension between the two of you.

"Fuck" Remus swore suddenly, distracting you from your thoughts. He was laying on the sun bed next to yours, a pair of black sunglasses covering his eyes, his damp hair falling on his forehead in ashy blond chunks.

"What is it'", Remus turned the magazine he was looking at to you, a famous actress was smiling maliciously on the page "She's so hot" Remus whined. You shrugged "seems pretty average to me".

Remus sighed deeply “maybe, maybe you're right, maybe I'm just too horny" "Remus!" he would always talk about those things with you, and you would always be annoyed, in theory because it made you uncomfortable, but it was actually because it turned you on.

Remus laughed "what? I'm serious, I need to get laid! The last time I had sex was like a century ago!”. Actually it happened like a couple of months before, and you remembered it well because you pretended it didn't bother you just to get wasted at the three broomsticks…and to make out with some random revenclaw.

You rolled your eyes “ugh, you're so boring" “sorry, I didn't realize I was being too gross for you! But I'm a human, and I'm horny! and I need to get laid! and it is also too fucking hot!" he slurred out in exasperation.

“Did you ever thought that maybe you won't get laid cause your game sucks?” “Uhm? excuse me?" “It’s a real possibility you know, do you even know how to please a girl?" “Fucking hell I know! Padfoot taught me! And I think he taught me well…if you know what I mean” he winked at you with that stupid cocky smile on his lips.

You turned to him with a sarcastic smile "oh, sorry, I didn't realize Sirius was the ultimate master of getting laid!" "ohhh, now I get it!" he teased "you're jealous because I didn't come to you first!" "huh? what are you even rambling about?" “It’s cause you wanted to teach me!" 

You sighed “no Remus, that would be crazy, but I realistically am more informed than Sirius on the topic" "is this a coming out or something?” you rolled your eyes and sighed “Remus! I obviously mean that I know best cause I'm a girl, and logically girls knows what other girls  wants" you picked the magazines from his hands and started going through it. 

“Actually, that sounds like a good idea" you turned to Remus “what" "you're probably more useful than Siri" “yeah, no shit, and?” “and you can help me get better so I'll finally get laid!" you rolled your eyes again "yeah, okay, I'll draw you a picture later" "y/n! I'm being serious!" you finally put the magazine down “Remus, what do you even want me to do?" 

Remus grinned, a wolfish smile curving his lips "I mean…I could practice on you!" the air caught up in your throat, your breath hitched. You couldn’t possibly have heard that right. You swallowed, your mouth was dry all of a sudden. 

“Remus, you're being weird" you cut him off, he sat down "yeah but think about it, we’ve been friends since forever, it won't be embarrassing, and you could seriously help me get lai-

"would you stop? just wank it off or something" you interrupted him, your face starting to burn “y/n! don't you want your best friend to get laid? it's for a good cause!" you pretended to read the magazine, but your mind was already visualizing the scene. 

"Hey, if it really makes you uncomfortable I'll just shut up and we'll never talk about it again, but I really need someone to help me to get better with this stuff”. You sighed. It was too weird, and you couldn't believe it was actually happening, but on the other hand...you did spend the last two years or so fantasizing about Remus hands every other night…it could be your last shot. 

"I'll go upstairs" the words slurred out of your mouth before you could stop them "you can follow me if you want" your face was red, your heart was beating in your ears, you turned to Remus. He was grinning from ear to ear.

You got up quickly, suddenly feeling exposed in your bikini, and went upstairs in a rush, without turning behind once, praying that your mother would keep gardening outside for another hour at least. 

You went into your bedroom and closed the door behind you. You immediately went and looked from the window, it faced the pool. The curtains were shut down, the window slightly open. You peeked through the curtains, Remus was going inside, you could feel the excitement fill up your stomach. 

Before you could do anything you heard a knock on the door. You swallowed. “Come in” Remus opened the door just to close it behind him. He leaned on it for some time looking at you. “So” he said “so…” you responded. You couldn’t hold eye contact with him, so you kept looking at your feet on the cold pavement, they were leaving wet prints on the floor.

“How should we do this?” Your breath hitched, it was actually happening. You shrugged “um, I guess I’ll lay down” you weren’t sure of what you were doing, but you couldn’t keep standing in a bikini under his wandering eyes for any longer.

You climbed on your undone bed, the sheets were all crumpled under you, and you thought about how your swimming suit was still wet, but in that moment the wet stains on the sheets were actually the last thing on your mind. You laid on those crumpled sheets, your pillows under your head.

Remus walked to the bad and sat on it in front of you. “Maybe we should kiss” your heart skipped a beat “huh?” Remus stretched “yeah, I mean, to break the ice, you know?” You wet your lips “um, well, I guess we could but-“ you bit your nail “won’t it be weird or something?”

Remus shook his head “of course it won’t, it’s not like we’re actually kissing, it’s just for practice you know? It should be fine” you shrugged “well, I guess” you kept biting your nails “well if you don’t stop torturing your nails I won’t actually be able to do anything” you smiled nervously, immediately sliding your hands under your thighs “oh! You’re right..”

Remus came closer to you, your knees touching, you sat up to be at his eye level “so, I’m just gonna kiss you okay?” You nodded “here I come” he smiled. You closed your eyes, out of fear and excitement, and Remus lips were suddenly pressed on yours.

Those lips that you dreamed and desired profusely for half of your life were suddenly on yours. And it felt so real. So good. His lips were wet, warm. He tasted like chlorine and suncream.

You wanted more, so you tried deepening the kiss, your tongue pressing on his lips, he opened them, your tongue meeting his, and all of a sudden you could feel your whole body warming.

Remus kept the kiss slow, steady. You could feel yourself breathing heavily against him. He pressed his body to yours, and you instinctively lowered yourself down to the mattress.

Remus was now on top of you, and his hands were wandering on your waist, hips, hair, your body covering in goosebumps for the feeling of his wet and cold swimming trunks against you.

What was even happening? You didn’t know, but as long as Remus tongue was swirling with yours like that, and as long as his hands kept wandering on you in that way, you didn’t care. The kiss was becoming messy, sloppy, and now you could feel Remus breath becoming heavy.

Your hips bucked into his. He whimpered, and just like that he was breaking the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you. He sat back down, and you sat up too, to look at him.

His face was all flushed, his cheeks were burning, his lips were wet and swollen, his eyes darker than usual. Both of you had messy knotted wet hair, the sheets were completely damp at that point. “Okay, I think that was a good warm up” he said, a little smile curving his lips.

You could actually feel the pleasure pooling to your warm core, so you squirmed your thighs together, your heart pounding in your chest. You tried to regulate your breath. You knew you looked as messy as Remus, but you tried not to think about it.

“Should we?” Your breath caught in your throat again, you swallowed “uhm, yeah, I guess” “okay, so, I think you should lay down” you did that, slightly shaking in anticipation. He was sitting in between of your parted legs, your knees bended, your feet steady on the mattress under you. 

You closed your eyes, you were scared, slightly shaking. He placed his hands on your thighs, they were warm, steady, reassuring, so big that they inclosed your thighs completely. His hand climbed slowly on your inner thigh, getting closer to your core, you held your breath.

“Are you okay?” You nodded “do you still wanna do this?” you nodded again, so his hand went higher. He slowly moved your swimsuit to the side, the wet material peeling away from your skin. Your core was now partly exposed, the cool air sending a shiver down your spine, you were burning with embarrassment. 

“Can I?” Remus spoke softly, you swallowed, your eyes still closed, you nodded again, incapable of bringing yourself to speak. His fingers stroked the inner of your thigh gently, before getting to your core. You immediately squirmed, Remus waited for a couple of seconds before he moved your legs out of the way gently.

“I’m just gonna do it as Padfoot taught me” he said “just tell me how I’m doing alright?” You nodded again. You didn’t want to look at him, you didn’t want to think about the fact that he was looking at you, you felt naked and exposed, but as his fingers started sliding through your folds slowly you could also feel your mind going blank.

As you felt the wetness drip from your core, you got embarrassed at the thought of him feeling how aroused you actually were, your previous courage a distant memory. He spread your wetness to your folds slowly. 

Your skin was burning as he went higher, you cursed under your breath when his thumb brushed against your clit. Even if your eyes were closed you knew that he was smiling. He started drawing slow circles on your clit, exactly as you imagined it a thousand times before. 

You couldn’t breathe as he picked up his pace, you couldn’t move either, scared that you wouldn’t be able to hold back the moans. His fingers kept slipping, and the swimsuit was getting in the way, but you were gone either way under his soft touch.

He increased the pace slightly, getting faster on your clit, “how’s it?” You couldn’t speak, you just kept nodding, scared of what could come out of your mouth if you opened it. With his other hand he started caressing the inner of your thigh, slowly, slightly tickling you, you felt yourself starting to melt. 

He was trying to reassure you with those gentle strokes on your skin, he wanted for you to relax, you could feel it, so you slowly started breathing again. He went faster, and your automatically grabbed his wrist, your thighs squirming together.

“Is everything okay?” He said softly, you nodded “how am I doing?” “Great” you said finally, your breath slightly shaking “should I slow down?” You shook your head “no, go on”

Remus got confident, encouraged by your words, and his touch became more secure, faster, rougher. You could feel yourself melt into the mattress. Your thighs relaxed and naturally fell open. 

In that position you could feel everything more intensely, you whimpered. Even if your eyes were closed you could feel his eyes on you. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the moans. Your hair was tickling your neck and arms, adding to your pleasure.

Suddenly he shoved two fingers inside you, deep, reaching to parts you never reached before. You couldn’t help but moan loudly, opening your eyes in surprisement. “Does it hurt?” You shook your head, Remus was looking at you in amazement, his pupils bigger than ever, his lips half parted, his cheeks flushed, he never looked more beautiful.

He placed his knee on your thigh, to prevent you from squirming. That sent you over the edge. You started arching your back, your hips bucking on his fingers. Your lips fell open, and the room started to fill with moans and whimpers that you’d never thought you were capable of, almost pornographic.

Remus looked at the window worried, your mother was outside gardening. The window was semi open, the curtains were practically the only thing separating you from her. However he wasn’t getting any slower, his fingers going in and out at a numbing pace. Your body was covered in goosebumps.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care about the noise you were making, in that moment there was only Remus, Remus and his body, Remus and his fingers. As he started drawing circles on your clit again you let out a loud, obscene, moan. Remus covered your mouth with his other hand “shhh, not so loud”.

You grabbed his wrist, you were squirming under him, his knee keeping your thigh in place, his hand pressing your mouth shut. You shut your eyes closed, you could feel the tears approaching, the knot in your throat tightening, the warmth in your stomach intensifying.

“Y/n?” He whispered, you opened your mouth against his hand, he didn’t move it. You were now shaking uncontrollably, your brain going completely blank, you couldn’t think of anything, “are you okay?” Remus whispered, you nodded.

“Am I doing good?” Remus asked again “yeah” you responded against his hand, “so good” you mumbled, your words muffled, your lips pressed against the skin of his hand. Your knees started to give in, your back arched.

His fingers were relentlessly pounding in and out of you, fogging your brain. Your hips were bucking against his fingers, getting impossibly faster, your grip tightening around his wrist. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head.

“Are you gonna cum?” “Yeah” you moaned against his had. He pounded in and out of you at an impossible speed, you grabbed the sheets with your hand, the other grasping Remus’ wrist. “Yeah, just like that” he spoke softly. You came with a loud moan, spasming against his fingers, his hand getting tighter on your mouth “Shhh”.

He pumped in and out of you for a couple more times, and when the feeling started overwhelming you hot tears spilled from your closed eyes. At that point Remus slowed down, he took his knee off from your thigh, and his hand from your lips, a strand of saliva connecting them with his skin. 

He carefully adjusted your swimming suit, and without saying anything he wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. You opened your eyes slowly, he was looking at you, his face was red, he was smiling. 

“I guess Padfoot is the actual master of getting laid after all, huh?” “Oh, fuck off” You responded out of embarrassment, blushing. Remus laughed “come on, I was good wasn’t I?” “I guess…” you lowered your gaze shyly.

“What’s wrong?” You sighed “it’s just…I feel like I was so loud and messy and…I’m so embarrassed” you whined, covering your face with your hands. Remus grabbed your wrists “come on y/n, don’t be embarrassed” he removed your hands from your face.

“Come on, now we know that I don’t actually need to get better at least!” he grinned, you rolled your eyes “yeah okay thanks for making me feel better” you lowered your gaze again. Remus sighed. “Hey y/n” he said, suddenly more serious “look at me”, you raised your gaze slowly to meet his eyes “you weren’t embarrassing, I promise” you shrugged “alright”.

Remus laid down next to you, on his side. He brought his lips closer to your ear “you were actually hotter than ever...like...more than I've ever seen” he whispered, your heart skipped a beat, your cheeks immediately blushed.

“Actually, I don’t think I’ll be able to touch another girl…like ever, without comparing her to you” you bit your lip, your heart was pounding out of your chest “no one will ever compare” he whispered, his hot breath against your skin sending shivers to your spine.

Remus laid down on his back, and grabbed your hand, his fingers still slick with your arousal, you closed your eyes, your heart beating in your ears, your breath shaking, the boy of your dreams laying next to you, holding your hand.

[devdozes]

SO HAPPY TO HEAR ABT SPIDERMAN PHAINON, like can you write how exhausted he must be after being busy all night? Dozing of in the middle of class and having to cover for him and If you have more shenanigans for them please add them!!

♥ Spiderman Phainon !!

OH MY GOD THIS MAN HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD !! AND HELL YEAH ALSO SPIDERMAN PHAINON DRAWING AT THE END OF THE POST!!

This man treats you as his personal pillow istg. And, he will be passed out within SECONDS. You’ll be talking to him, and next thing you know? He’s OUT. If you try to get up, he tightens his grip around you. -"Babe, I need to get up—" "No." "Phainon." "You’re my pillow now. ;3"

He is absolutely DOWN BAD, he will definitely do those silly couple trends with you, and sometimes you wonder whether hes the man in the relation or you. -"BABYY WANT TO DO THE RIBBON TREND WITH ME??" -"BABY WANT TO DO THE LIPSTICK TREND WIRTH ME PLEAJ :(" - "Of course phai :), NOW CMERE"

He falls asleep in the most RANDOM places, and when he falls asleep, he is a HUNDRED times more clingy, You have caught him dozing off in class more times than you can count. Sometimes, his head just drops onto his desk with a loud thud. Other times? He’s literally asleep with his eyes open. "Babe, wake up." pinches cheek Mumbling. "Mmf… five more minutes…" clings onto your arm like a koala. "Phainon, we are in a LECTURE, wake up—" Grabs your hand and dramatically puts it over his heart. "Let me just… rest in your warmth for a moment…" "Oh my god."

Calls you his savior since you have to write his notes for him, of course you do hes literally spiderman and your boyfriend, you have to help him since you love his idiotic ass. If you don’t remind him about deadlines, he will forget. "Phai, did you finish the essay?" "… What essay." "THE ONE DUE IN AN HOUR???" "WHAT THE FUCK??" -You once caught him doing an entire paper five minutes before submission. The man wrote 1,000 words in 4 minutes. It somehow got an A.

Doesn’t want to admit when he’s too tired. "Phai, baby, go sleep for gods sake. "Nah baby im alright" immediately trips on air and faceplants

You once tried to see how long phainon would last without touching you and clinging on to you, he lasted 46 seconds. - baby come back i hate this, this is TORTURE—"

He texts you randomly during patrol and tells you EVERYTHING "Just stopped a robbery. Miss u. What r u doing?" "Babe I just saw a guy try to fight a raccoon behind a gas station. This city is insane." "I’m on top of a skyscraper right now thinking about u." "Send me a selfie. I need motivation."

HE LOVES WHEN YOU PATCH HIS INJURIESS !! and when you kiss them "Baby im alright no need to worry" "YOU HAVE A HUGE GASH ON YOUR ARM. SIT DOWN." "Im alright ill heal-" "Ill kiss your injuries" "Yes maam, please do that 500 times"

Bites you everywhere, fucking whimpers if you bite him back "Bites you "here is your daily serving""bites back""Lets out a whimper and asks you to do it again" "PHAI WHAT THE FUCK"

He always calls you "his" like 24/7, And gets SHAMELESS whenever he wants your attention and if someone approaches you "My love" "My baby" "Mine" "My girl" "Phai thats a cat you dont need to be all.. clingy" "Felines are cute yet dangerous"

His love language? Spoiling you. SPOILING THE LIVING SHIT OUTTA YOU. If you casually mention you like something? BOOM its in your room the next day "Babyyy you like cats dont you?" "Yes i do- oh my god." "Meet our new kid :D" "PHAINON WHY IS THERE A BRAND NEW GAMING SETUP" "But you complained on how your old gaming setup lagged :(" "Phainon i love you but you can NOT keep wasting your money"

Eats alot, and will force you to eat with him, He practically lives in your house so your fridge is ALWAYS full "Baby i got you your snacks and groceries!!" "That is enough food to last me an entire month." "You just eat less" "I am not a bigback like you Phainon" "THE AUDACITY??"

ALWAYS uses his webs cuz hes too lazy to do anything. One time, you were "too far" from him (you were 7 steps away from him" and then used his webs to pull you to him "PHAINON I WAS NEAR YOU! YOU COULDVE JUST WALKED" "Nuh uh" "Fuck you mean nuh uh"

If you compliment him once he will malfunction and BOMBARD you with compliments, kisses whatever. "C'mere pretty boy" "..." "OH MY GOD YOU LOVE ME" "We are literally dating" "MY AMAZING SWEET BEAUTIFUL PARTNER I LVOE YOU SO MUCHH"

He carries you randomly just to see your expressions, he is a down bad mf. And does those random ass stunts. "Baby look!" does a backflip "You're so dumb" It is dumb but you laugh and smile widely "YOUR SMILE IS SO PRETTYY"

If you ever feel bad, or want comfort, he will do ANYTHING FOR YOU. ANYTHING. Want fresh air? He's swinging you through the city with you in his hand the next second. Want to rant? He's listening and comforting you the next second

He may be a hero, but he would do anythin for you, even if that means betraying his city's trust or becoming evil or just quitting.

ARCADE DATES AND CHAOTIC ASS DATES. Phainon took you to an abandoned place and explored it around as a date. He is afraid of normalcy and loves being unique im not like other boys ahh 😒 -He insisted on dancing in the rain with you. "Baby can we please" "Sure :) but your clumsy ass is gonna get hurt" "No i wont!!" He falls on his ass the next moment he tries to do a fancy step in the rain with you, but you just laugh your asses off - He one time stole a shopping cart, seated you inside the shopping cart and pushed it full speed while controlling it. You both almost crashed against a light pole at like 100 km/h but his strong ass dodges it with ease luckily "PHAINON OH MY GOD LOOK IN FRONT!!" "FUCK OH MY GOD" - If you go on a beach date? hes beefing with kids and everyone. He is competitive. LIKE ALOT. He built a sandcastle and webbed it up so its technically indestructible. "BABYY LOOK :D" "Phai thats a goddamn kingdom" And whenever you all play beach volleyball, he does EVERYTHING to impress you or beat you. (he just wants to win) "HEY BABY THATS CHEATING YOUR USING YOUR SPIDEY SENSES :(" "I TAKE NO LOSSES." - Even when yall do an arcade date he does that. He always secretly uses his webs to pull out plushies without the sensors and you noticing "Aww baby you wanted that plushie" Pulls it out using his webs "PHAINON THATS STEALING!" "UH ITS JUST EXTENDED CLAW FUNCTIONALITY" Please kiss him after that - And in mall dates? he somehow manages to sneak in an entire course meal inside the movie theatre. He refuses to sit still. His leg bounces. He fidgets. He’s either whispering dumb commentary in your ear or dramatically reacting to the screen. "Baby the popcorn is so dry ugh" casually pulls out an entire full course meal from his jacket "Phainon what the fuck" "Shh Shh baby just relax and enjoy the illegally smuggled pizza" -Go karting dates? Hes gonna web the other players to win. And bowling? he accidentally breaks the bowling ball and the pins

HE ALWAYS RANDOMLY PICKS YOU UP, JUST TO FLEX HIS STRENGTH AND MUSCLES, AND EASILY DOES THINGS FOR YOU "Phai.. you dont have to hold my shopping bags" "Its okay there are only 21 bags" "Phai-" "Ill carry you too." AND HE ACTUALLY DOES. -His BACK MUSCLES OH MY GODD HE IS SO FINE, One time you walked in on him shirtless and his back was facing towards you, his shoulder blades and back msucles were so fucking fine. And the way his arms are so fuckign firm. You can NEVER get out of his grip

some texts with this menace

giggles, i am down bad AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST WHOEVER DID THIS OH MY GOD ILY

[sits-bound]

One year of fanbinding!

I keep thinking "I'm really new at this still" but I guess after a year, it's like, you don't have a puppy anymore, you have a dog. So now I'm in the dog phase of this hobby.

(I didn't make all of these, some were acquired in exchanges.)

In the past year, I have made around 54 books. (For the purposes of my sanity, I am not counting journals or sketchbooks, nor am I counting author/artist copies if the design was the same.)

54 books! In 52 weeks! That's basically a book a week!

Which binds are my favorites?

Ooh, that's hard. I tried to limit myself here, but these all are very special to me.

And I can't choose just one of these:

Honorable mention goes to this one, but I didn't design the typeset, so I can't take all the credit. But I do love the cover.

What's my favorite part of making books?

It's not surprising to me that typesetting is my favorite part. I designed a book for a local museum in 2007, and loved the process. Before that, I wanted to work in editorial design (I had a few jobs doing that in and after college, but that was in the olden days.)

I enjoy the part of physically creating the book too, but I find it a bit more frustrating. I'm not detail-oriented enough to make sure everything is perfect, and then I get frustrated when an endpaper is glued on slightly crookedly, or my text block isn't perfectly square. (Not that I have anyone to blame but myself!) That said, holding a completed book in my hands is the most satisfying feeling, after actually reading said book. I feel so smug when I'm reading a book I created.

I have a lot of imposter syndrome when it comes to the actual designing of covers. I know my strengths lie in manipulating existing content instead of creating it from scratch. So I need to stop comparing myself to other creators, and just do my best. We all have different styles, I tell myself.

What's next?

I'd like to learn how to sew endbands for once and for all. I have tried and given up in disgust so many times. I have watched so many videos and read many tutorials, and I just need someone to come to my house and show me in person.

I also would like to try to learn how to draw, a bit. I know I'll never be great at it, but I've also never tried to learn. I will be off work for a few months later this summer/fall, and I'd like to use that time taking some classes. Even if I could just draw designs to use on my covers, I'd be happy. I don't expect to be able to draw things or people.

I wanted to take up this hobby for a long time before I actually did it. I read through @armoredsuperheavy's guide like eighteen times before I worked up the courage to actually use it. So my advice to all of the people who tag my posts with "i wish i could do this" and "i want to do this"…do it!

[mossy-paws]

Get in the fucking biograft, Shuriken. (EVANGELION/PHIGHTING!)

(og screenshot’s/cover under text!) Why hello there to my tumblr followers, it’s been a awhile /silly

ANYWAYS!!! Guess who recently finished the EVA franchise minus the rebuilds and has been in a horrible chokehold over it, this anime ruined my life but hey at least its intro theme is nice……

Well, I wanted to draw some stuff for it! All together these pieces took exactly 48 hours and 20 minutes… with the cover-piece taking ~35(?) of those hours. These were… very, VERY time costly safe to say LOL,,, I am super, SUPER proud of how the cover came out though, everything on it was drawn, colored, rendered, edited, whatever, BY HAND stroke by stroke (as you can see below)

The text, the lineart, the shadows, the colors, the snowflakes on the bio and Shuri, EVERYTHING was done by hand, it was horribly time costly but it did come out very, VERY well in the end I would say (fun fact! I also didn’t originally have the textless version of the cover, and I had to trace all of the lineart for bio’s tophalf by just guessing what line when where and what the hell was going on /silly)

this was a very, very hard project to do all together, but it was also a really nice learning experience too, I’m happy i did it that’s for sure :3!

(og screenies + cover)

[lurkingshan]

Japanese QL Corner

We have officially entered another bangers only era for Japanese queer media; I am loving all of these currently airing shows. These are all streaming on Gaga or provided via fansub (feel free to ask if you don’t know where to find them).

Our Youth

This show is killing me with the quiet yearning and the push and pull and Hirukawa's whole entire deal. The way Hirukawa and Minase keep drawing closer together before stepping back. The way they have created their own little bubble in Minase's home, and how they can't be that way together in other spaces. The way Hirukawa is so desperate to be close to Minase and Minase clearly wants it too, but doesn't really understand himself yet and so keeps rejecting it. I was so sad when Hirukawa admitted he provoked his dad on purpose so that Minase would let him back in; I hope Minase will ease off on the barriers from here on out. I know something bad is coming and I just want them to have a little bit of happiness before we get there.

Love is Like a Poison

The battle couple was tested this week as we finally found out Haruto's connection to this case with an assist from the lady restaurant owner, his past as a con artist was revealed to Shiba's employer, and Shiba's boss demanded that he cut ties. I was so very proud of Shiba when he did not waver about what is most important to him, and worried when Haruto took off and left his ring behind. I'm keeping the faith, though; I don't think Haruto is leaving Shiba.

Love in the Air Koi

Okay, first of all, let me get a scream out about that sex scene, because good god did they deliver. Nagumo Shoma is a gift to us all (I will be seeing that back roll in my dreams), and I thought their chemistry now that Rei has figured himself out was fantastic. The whole sequence from the time they left the race track was beautifully shot and performed, and the intimacy felt very real. Aside from the sex, one of the things I like most about this narrative is the belief that a relationship can be the reason you get your life together rather than a distraction from your goals. Rei has all the skills, but he's been lacking focus and drive, and that's exactly what Arashi is giving him. I really liked the way this episode weaved their different subplots together to show them both working toward something, and how their success brought them together in the end. They are good for each other! I also really loved all the Rei and Kai moments in this episode, and that Kai continues to be a perceptive and supportive friend. Kai's own story is coming soon, and we got our first glimpses of it at the end of today's episode. I'm impressed with how this adaptation has streamlined the story to cover every important beat in half the time without ever short changing the relationships.

The Fragrance You Inherit

This week Sakura was reunited with her long lost love via their scheming children, and I loved every minute. My favorite thing about this drama is the relationship writing. Sakura and Toki have such a lovely bond, and I like that he realized after surprising his mom with Mone that it may have been insensitive, and that he cared enough to check in with her about it. Sakura is also a great mom, supportive of his relationship and sensitive to his feelings even as she is grappling with her own shock at this reunion. I also really love that Sakura has such a good friend in Ryosuke (who continues to flag as queer to me). I'm excited to get to know Mone better as an adult and see where the story takes us. You can find the show here, with big thanks as always to @isaksbestpillow for providing English subs.

[faitomato]

in honor of me quitting my job as a cake decorator of 5 years, a list of memorable highlights and repeat events

been asked to draw: dicks (no)

boobs (no) (at least 4x)

SO MANY extravagant cakes that are covered in fondant (which we did not work with) that would easily cost hundreds of dollars, and then the client getting miffed when i say it’s either impossible or will cost them hundreds of dollars

cakes with the ugliest color scheme you can imagine and i am forced to use it anyway

2 tier cake with jungle animals drawn on the SIDES all the way around, that my manager took when i was clearly trying to refuse the order because i had been there for maybe 6 months and was not confident. surprise surprise the client wanted it gussied up more upon arrival because she was expecting an extravagant cake like the ones described above

people being pissy about the kit up charge

many many times of people wanting drawings and then getting pissy when i told them it was also an up charge

that time a woman clearly set up her order to be “wrong” (and called before picking it up with the question of “is there anything i don’t want on it?” ????) and instantly asked for something for free when she saw that it was “wrong.” and then looked SO affronted when i said no that i had to get my asst. manager to deal with her

a woman calling about “wedding cookies” getting upset that we didn’t have them, and going “well now i know you’re not a real bakery.” i barely held myself back from replying “maam this is a grocery store”

the most exasperated and annoyed man in the world: “CHOCOLATE. ECLAIRS??” and nothing else

the mexican man who wanted a “3 milks cake” and looked so broken and confused when i finally realized he wanted Tres Leches, and i could figure that out but not when it was in english. rip sir

that woman who went “no no no. i hate buttercream, hate hate HATE IT” like a child when i asked her if i could use choc buttercream instead of the whipped i was out of. you live in my brain maam

her mirrorverse self who was so disgusted with our whipped icing that she told us we should stop stocking it. period. because she didn’t like it.

people not understanding wtf copyright and copyright infringement are

“do you have cookie cakes?” when they’re standing right in front of the rack

“how much is that” when the price is right in front of them both in the case and on a giant screen above my head

“what cake flavor/kind of icing is this?” when there is a sticker for each on the freaking container

“can i have a cake made for an hour from now?” no

people not knowing what freaking colors they’re talking about and getting upset when i didn’t get it right (teal and turquoise are not the same color. you don’t know what indigo is.)

this one is entirely staff related but that time i literally almost broke my own toe when i kicked the freezer door in rage after my coworker let me down (again) by screwing up every order for that morning, most importantly one that was for the deacon of my church. wildly enough he didn’t come back after that

and now. the names and phrases

happy birthday poopoo head (x3)

alexzandrew (made his cake every year. for the record he’s 7 and goes by just alex now. i would too kid)

britten

mei-ling (this is only notable because it was for a freaking shitzu)

lyrch

jerith (yes like the goblin king)

loki (okay marvel fan girl)

congratulations pastor X of X church and happy birthday you are blessed and we love you (this is made up but this lady would order paragraphs like this all the time)

what i swear was half the bible

so many more names that made me want to cry or hold back laughter. mckarty and taylee level stuff but somehow worse

there are many, MANY more but i worked there for 5 years and didn’t write anything down so these are just off the top of my head. and to give you an idea of why i quit, i made 111 of the 124 easter cakes we had to make this season :) just as one example

[teddybeartoji]

mickey i need ur thoughts on jjk men (esp satoru) helping out and showing love for their partner with autism

like uuuuuuuu i was thinking abt toru keeping a pair of his sunglasses with him hust in case youre visually overwhelmed. ORRRR him teleporting you to a quieter space when he notices that theres too many complex sounds that are upsetting you.

ughhhhh like imagine one of them remembering that pressure is soothing for you and js puts their full body weight whenever you come back home from a bad day.

GUHHHH them keeping candles of your favorite scents and alwaya makes sure to keep your safe foods stocked up whenever you visit

OH NOW I'M REALLY KISSING YOU GRAY MY BELOVED!!! THIS IS SUCH A WONDERFUL LITTLE ASK WAHHH I GOT SO GIDDY

i agree with everything you said!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! now i know that every single one of them would do anything and everything to help you out!! but i did pick some things out that really made me think of them!!! anyway hello my fellow autistic ppl this one is for you all i love you very very much<333

satoru 100% carries extra sunglasses with him and i think he'd actually carry his black blindfold aswell. obvs he's not gonna make you wear it as you're moving through public but he'd lead you to a quiet spot and then just let you have a moment. he's either sitting you down next to him or he's holding you against his chest, protecting you from every single ray of light that could possibly make it any worse for you. bc honestly... sunglasses are sometimes just not enough for me personally. i've had my fair share of times where i just have to cover my eyes with my hands bc it just hurts so much.

we all know that satoru is a big yapper but i know he needs his quiet time too. i think he would love to just Do Nothing with you in complete silence. maybe you're both just taking a nap together, maybe you're just laying in the sun out in the park. maybe you're resting your head on his lap, maybe he's resting his on yours. it's all just about gentle touches and looks.

he loves it when you ramble and he's literally your biggest hypeman!! he's ready to spend all of his fucking money on you and any fucking equipment you could ever need. you want a new game or a new console? they're both already waiting for you at home. you want to start drawing? he has already ordered a tablet for you to practise on. you want to get into photography? he's buying you a camera and three different lenses. he wants you to be happy and he wants you to be able to do everything you could ever possibly want. he's just the sweetest guy ever i am crying rn actually:((

he's the best little autism bf btw. bc he gets it. he understand. he knows. he knows all about the light sensitivity. he knows all about the difficulty of eating "normal" foods, always munching on candy and snacks bc that's just easier. he knows about the fidgeting, he knows about the innate need to have somebody lay on top of you. he knows about the rambling and the hyperfixations. he knows about the confusing social clues and the ridiculous differences of speaking tones. he knows about the eye-contact problems - whether you're someone, who struggles to keep it or you're someone, who can't tear your eyes from everybody else just like him - he understands! he knows about being straighforward and speaking exactly what's on your mind and then being scolded for it. he knows about Not Really Understanding personal space. he truly does understand and he's ready to do anything and everything to help you cope with Life.

toji is theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee best weighted blanket and i stand by that. he's so fucking huge and he's so fucking heavy - he's perfect. he's gonna tease you about it but just a little!! you tug him by his hand and he gladly takes his place on top of you bc let's be honest... he's gonna love it, too. he's protecting you! he's taking care of you in a way that doesn't need words! he's trying his best! and if this is what you need - he is going to do it!!!

also with the light and sound sensitivity - he'd gladly pull you into his chest and cover your eyes with his big ass palm. and it would feel soo comforting wtf. the weight of it and just the fact that it's him?? fuck, i know it'd be so good. or your ears. he's placing them on your ears, muffling the overwhelming sounds while cradling you and wahh:(( he'd make you feel so safe.

suguru and shoko and parallel play. it's amazing. they will read a book while you're gaming. or suguru's painting while you're reading. or shoko's having her morning smoke and coffee while you're doing your skincare (i'm sorry i just can't get out the beautiful picture of her sitting on the little windowsill of your bathroom, a cig inbetween her fingers and a cup of coffe in her hand. no words are being spoken - it's just the sound of the birds outside, the water running and her gulping down her little espresso. thank you for listening.)

or suguru's doing his little home workout routine as you're crocheting. or it's you and shoko just laying on your shared bed scrolling on your phones in silence. could literally be whatever. they're gonna glance at you every once in a while, they're gonna ask how you're doing, how you're feeling and then they're gonna give you a tender smile and a kiss on your cheek and continue on. i'm melting just thinking about it.

suguru is obviously also going to be there for you if you have sleeping problems. he understands them all too well and he's pulling out all the stops to help you fall asleep (and himself). he's gonna make the tea one night and you'll make it the next night. it's equal. maybe you're also going to take a lovely little bath together, you'll giggle exhaustedly as you both slur out very stupid jokes and after that you'll both climb under the covers and take turns in listening to each others heartbeats and (hopefully) fall asleep.

shoko and sarcasm. she definitely makes a lot of sarcastic jokes and comments and she'll be a bit confused at first when you just blurt out the good-old "i don't know whether you're joking or not". but i think she'd find it super cute. she'll still occasionally make the comments but she'll make sure to check in whether you got it or not. i think she would tease but she'd do it very lightly (she definitely cackles when satoru doesn't understand sarcasm though lmao but you're her baby and she doesn't want you to feel bad). and i think she would love if you made terrible sarcastic jokes. like she would laugh until there are tears prickling in her eyes and you'd still be like ????? i don't understand and then she'd laugh even more. she's so cute.

kento is always ready to cook for you. he understands how hard it can be, how overwhelming it can be. he doesn't mind it a bit. i truly think this would be good for the both of you! he loves to cook and it's such a relaxing thing for him, and it's even better now that he knows he can see you fill your cheeks with delight. he needs you to eat well and he will make sure you do!

i also think that he's so patient with you and he'd never ever make you feel like you have to speak with him. he buys little plushies that you can turn inside-out, a pink side and a blue side - indicating how you're doing on the Speaking department that day. and these tiny interactive pins and you can express whatever you're feeling without ever speaking a word. he never pressures you in any way, always just reward you with more reassurance and a kiss to your temple.

he's ALSO the best listener. like he never talks over you. never. not even on an accident???? it's a superpower i think. he let's you talk at your own pace and he just stares at you with very soft eyes:((

wait i also think that shoko, utahime and yuki would gladly speak for you. in a sense of if you have social anxiety or you stutter or anything like that, they'd easily take up the task of ordering for you! they literally have all of your orders remembered and everything.

[uhuhmaries]

If You Could, Would You? | PART 1

Pairing: fem!reader x fictional!Harry Styles (using his likeness only) Rating: 18+ Genre: angst, emotional slow burn, eventual smut. Full Series: If You Could, Would You?

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Emotions. A foreign concept, really. Something you’ve observed from a distance your entire 24 years of existence, like an inside joke the world shares—but you never got the punchline.

People always say, “It’s probably childhood trauma,” or, “Did something happen when you were young?”

But honestly? No. Not really. You had a good childhood. Happy, even. Clean, safe, structured. The kind people are supposed to have. The kind you should be thankful for.

And you are. Grateful. But also… detached. Like you’ve been living someone else’s life. Watching it through glass.

It was normal. Or at least, it looked normal. But maybe that’s the problem.

It feels ridiculous. Even cruel—to say “normal” wasn't enough. You hate yourself for thinking it. For feeling it. But you can’t help but wonder… what if normal didn’t make you resilient? What if the absence of pain didn’t make you strong, it made you empty?

You’ve never quite fit anywhere. No group has ever felt like home. No one has your name listed as their emergency contact. No one thinks of you first—or even second. You’re the extra chair if someone brings a friend. You’re the person people forget to tag in the group photo.

You did everything right. The path they told you to take: School. Degree. Job. Work harder. Burn out. Smile. Perform. Collapse.

And now… you’re here. An underground bar in London. Alone.

You landed three hours ago from your birth-town that is at least 30 hours away. Checked into a hostel. Didn’t unpack. Just wandered out into the noise, looking for something—anything—that felt real.

Now, you’re on your fifth beer, tongue numb, heart buzzing like a dying lightbulb.

A band is covering All I Need by Radiohead. They call themselves The Wrong Choice. You scoff. Basic. Cringe. Pathetic attempt at depth. But the song hits anyway. Too close.

Your mind blurs until— You smell something. Sandalwood and mint. Warmth and cold. Wrong but perfect.

“You don’t seem like you belong here,” A voice says beside you. Low. Casual. No eye contact.

You glance over. Him. Long black waves. Green eyes sharp enough to draw blood. Chiseled jaw. Lean frame. Tattoos peeking out of his shirt. The kind of beauty that pisses you off.

He’s the damn vocalist. Of The Wrong Choice.

“I’m Harry.” Still doesn’t look at you.

You bristle. “Let’s not do this,” you mutter. “I’m not interested.”

He finally turns toward you, eyes dragging slow and deliberate over your face. Gives his card to pay your drinks and his to the bartender swiftly. “Come on,” he says, and before you can protest, he’s pulling you toward the exit.

The air outside is colder. London night, damp and real. He walks to a car, rummages through a bag.

“Am I getting kidnapped?” you ask, more curious than scared. “I thought London was supposed to be civilized.”

Harry chuckles. Pulls out two joints. Hands you one.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.”

You hesitate, but only for a second.

“I’m… having an identity crisis.” It slips out too easily. Like it’s been waiting for someone to ask.

He lights his joint. Then gestures toward yours, lights it for you. The flame flickers between you like a shared secret.

“We’ve all been there,” he says, exhaling slow. “How old are you, anyway?”

“24. You? 40 and trying to score?”

“God, no. 31.” He smirks. “And I have a fiancée, before you get any ideas.”

You raise a brow. “Then why the fuck are you out here with me?”

He stares at the ground. “I’m having an identity crisis too.”

That’s when it hits you—not like a realization, but like a punch to the gut. He didn’t come up to flirt. He just recognized something. That same hollow ache behind your eyes. That quiet kind of emptiness you’ve gotten good at hiding—except from people who carry it too.

Neither of you say anything else for a while. The smoke curls up like ghosts, and you both let the silence hold your weight. Two strangers. Both lost. Both pretending not to be looking for something.

Or someone.

📝 Author's Note: Found this sitting deep in my drafts. I think it's time to let this one out to breathe. I was definitely inspired by Duplicity with the concept but other than that, it's coming out from my brain juice as I unfortunately haven't even read it yet AAAAAAAAH.

This will be an ongoing series but slower than the rest because writing this HURTS me. Kinda.

[dreamsy990]

heres my designs for all the important gods (I FORGOT HEPHAESTUS SORRY) in epic

thoughts/explanations behind the designs + sketches under the cut

general notes: my biggest headcanon for the gods designs is that they can be just about anything because they (within some limits) choose how they appear. so a god can look like just about anything, but its almost always mostly human. the only real rules to that i think are that 1) their design should usually try to incorporate their main symbols/domain in some way (in some way allows for a lot of range though, so athena for example is very much a bird creature since shes very associated with owls, but aphrodite has just some roses and shells in her hair, and 2) things like scars and such cant be hidden. this rule mostly only matters for athena. i realize i incorporated gold into almost all of their designs but that wasnt intentional lol. anyways let meee talk about the specific gods now. also for fun, no god has normal eyes. theyre either shadowed out entirely, weird shapes, or have no pupils. or all three! i think weird eyes is what distinguishes a god in my designs. i havent done this in my circe or calypso designs but since theyre not quite gods but adjacent i might give them similarly weird eye shapes but also pupils. idk we'll see!

aeolus: so my aeolus design is originally from a sketch i did in class. i was trying to draw telemachus with long hair based on a friends fic and then i was like "oh this looks like how i imagine aeolus would" and the next thing i drew is pretty much Just this final design. i drew aeolus very loosely, he has a clear shape but he should never be fully defined if that makes sense? so when coloring it i decided fuck it he looks like a weird mass of clouds now. its fun! i might change that but idk. also its subtly trans colors because i believe in transmasc aeolus supremacy. i imagine him moving around very freely and seeming to appear and disappear out of nowhere

apollo: so i think apollo is actually the oldest design here? which is to say that i drew apollo ONCE in my sketchbook at the start of my epic hyperfixation and got really into this specific design. i sort of wanted to color him similarly to uh, if you know ginjaninja their design for their oc kynthia? but i ended up going with more just white and gold to keep it simple. i LOVE tiny color palettes lol. the original outfit i believeee was inspired by gigi's hermes actually? but i havent looked at that design in a while so its probably changed. he has a halo that originally looked more like the sun but ive simplified it a bit. why? its cool. also i mightve stolen that from somebody else but i literally CANNOT remember. anyways one fact about this design is that the first time i drew it i labelled it WHORE. you can see i did that in the sketch here too. in his honor.

hermes: little freak guy!! theres honestly not THAT much to say here about hermes. i drew him with a little messenger bag once and i cant NOT draw him with it now i think its cute. i draw odysseus, ctimene, and telemachus all with a gaptooth, and i've never drawn anticlea but i've had the conscious thought that id give it to her too, so fuck it! hermes gets it. it comes from him. the family gaptooth is from him i hope youre happy hermes erfgfrefgfr. color scheme wise i wanted to keep it mostly simple again, i always pictured hermes with silver/white hair for some reason idk why but thats here! and he has rainbow. because is it even hermes without rainbow. i might darken this palette a bit but i am pretty happy with him.

athena: so my athena design ive drawn a ton and shes changed a lot over time. i didnt originally want her to look tooooo birdlike? and then i committed to owlthena because its just FUN man. anyways her silhouette is meant to look very closed off, her "cloak" covers most of her body, just generally shes supposed to seem sort of unapproachable. (note: hes not here but i do this with odysseus too! both because i wanted a similar kind of closed off look for him, and that i wanted him and athena to have visual parallels). her cloak is actually just her wings though! i doodled them unfolded so you can see her without them, as well as without her helmet. her helmet covers one of her eyes with a shadow (again to make her look like shes sort of hiding something), which was a design choice i made BEFORE we found out she lost an eye to zeus, so! coincidentally its good for hiding that scar :]. i doodled her with long black hair ONE WHOLE TIME and its stuck in my mind since so i have to keep that design element forever now. sorry official brunette athena youre not real to me. her color scheme was a STRUGGLE for me though. i knew i wanted to fit blue in there somewhere, but i wasnt really sure how? i eventually caved and made her mostly black and silver with a bit of blue in there. the blue and black gives more magpie energy to her than owl, but i dont know, i like it. i might mess with it more, but yeah! athena! shes really fun to draw lol. i imagine shed be animated in a very constrained sort of way most of the time like her design sort of implies. she doesnt really make big gestures or unnecessary movements she would be sort of uncanny in how still she is most of the time i think.

aries: ive had an aries design for a while so i was basically just finalizing it here. he was supposed to look both very similar to athena and very opposite of her. so they have nearly identical outfits, they both have a helmet shadowing their eyes (but it shadows both of aries' here), theyve both got a lot of animal features (although aries is less visible here, he's a bit dog inspired. you can see his tail eheh), etc. the main difference is that aries is meant to look a lot less, for lack of a better word restrained? his scarf (because its really more of a scarf than a cloak like athena has) only covers part of his face and absolutely none of his body, so it think it gives him a look more like hes ready to fight at any second than athena. i also wanted him to look very scarred/like his armor is scratched up. he and athena are both war gods, but aries is much more likely to throw himself into things and get hurt, while athena plans things in such a way where shes almost never actually hit. brute force vs strategy and whatnot. i sort of wish id made his scars golden too, to look a bit more like athena though. originally the black was red, but it looked really bad, which SUCKS because i wanted the red to contrast with athenas blue. but he just has red eyes here.

aphrodite: very little thought behind this one because my first sketch of her was like two days ago and very inspired by gigis. i sort of wanted her to look doll-like and have a cupids bow lip, but otherwise i got NOTHING girl. shes got pearls and shells in her hair to allude to her connection with the sea though. also roses because i wanted to put in one more symbol and that was a nice way to get a bit more red in there.

hera: im the least happy with this design, almost entirely because of the coloring. i sketched it being more purple, but then i realized that 1) peacocks are a lot more green and 2) IM STEALING FROM JUNE AGAIN!!! THATS HOW JUNE DREW THEIR OC IN A MIRACULOUS AU GODDAMNIT. so the colors are traditional peacock and im NOT happy with them at all. the design is also still basically stolen from june once again i am SO sorry their work is just so integrated into my mind that its a part of me now i do it without thinking. very little notes here otherwise unfortunately,,,,

zeus: weirdly enough i think this is my favorite design? which is WILD because i basically thought of it on the spot like two or three days ago for a shitpost based on a silly manwhore au-adjacent fic i read. the design over all is inspired by neal's? but honestly i think ive done my own thing with it a bit. i didnt really want to do clouds in his hair because id associated that with aeolus in my head, but then i thought of it fading into a dark grey like stormclouds, and having his scarf like lightning? and then he appeared fully formed in front of me. bro is BARELY dressed dude put a shirt on. also his eyebrows are cloud shaped like ursaluna. i fucking hate this dude but im happy with this design

poseidon: OKAY SO POSEIDON IS THE MOST OUT THERE DESIGN HERE I THINK. hes definitely the most inhuman looking one despite us having literally a bird right there, but that was somewhat intentional? and also somewhat because i had a very clear vision of him and needed to make it real exactly as i first thought sorry. anyways, for some characterization, i think with my idea of the gods choosing their appearances and poseidon being a lot more monstrous, you could say he CHOOSES to look unnerving. side note, this is very personal to me but i really like the idea of athena looking more like poseidon than any of her other family. i dont know WHY i just got really attached to that idea. so they have the same hair and somewhat similar faces i think. the resemblance isnt major but it is THERE for sure.

and thaaaats all the gods! i hope you like them :] im going to go review for a test i have tomorrow now

[halewynslady]

Spoilers for the Rebecca show currently playing in Brussels

Mrs Danvers. She is immovable. She walks in straight lines for most of the play, it is like watching Pacman or Snake. She nails the monotonous voice. She is barely taller than ich, which is nice. (look, there is important shipping to be done in every Rebecca okay) She wears a black livrei, like the other servants. Her hair is pinned up so close to the head, that it may as well be short. As I said a very Gender performance. I love it. It is a really cool interpretation of her!

Time to go into handkerchiefs. Ich drops the handkerchief scene is present in its full glory.

And gets continued in a fashion.

When Mrs Danvers shows Ich the new room for ich and Mr de W in the more distant part of the house that was not used before, ich in her innocence and concern asks: ''I hope you will be able to hear us?'' poor kind thing. so funny. I almost feel bad for laughing (not really).

(at some point, later, chronology is gone again) We talk about Rebecca's decaying body too, which I like. Because I like my femme fatales messed up.

I also am in favour of conversational openers such as ''Do you believe in ghosts?'' Small talk and Mrs Danvers do not mix.

We get a few Rebecca voice-overs. Ich gets crushed under the Rebecca of it all. She starts to cry, pulls out handkerchief and behold a curly R in the middle of it. I believe gold R on white cloth (don't take my word for it, may as well have been red and I'm misremembering), reminds me of the 80th anniversary book edition. Ich curls in on herself on the floor, the handkerchief completely over her head, covering her Identity with R. Mrs Danvers shows up, helps her up, takes the handkerchief, and of course, snifs it to then wax about Rebecca's perfume...girl.... I love how you never change.

Her next brilliant plan is to hand Ich a plain handkerchief when she returns from rescuing Rebecca's handkerchief. She will bring Ich a handkerchief each day. One for every day of the week. Like preset, with an order to it. She completely unnecessarily adds ''this is tuesday (I don't know which day honestly, could be another) 's handkerchief. Today is tuesday.'' It is so her, it is so funny. I believe Robert was watching this unfold and just commented ''She likes you'' at ich, funny, which, hell, who knows with this woman.

The admiration Danvers expresses for Rebecca is unaparallelled. She loves Rebecca's Freedom so much. Rebecca was never afraid of anything. I'd love freedom too. It is very strong. A good message all around.

We have the white curtains for Rebecca's room of course and a lofty iron window frame.

Ich is hanging on this window frame, crying, her mermaid dress still on, when Mrs Danvers enters and we have the 'why don't you'' part of the story we all love. It was changed. In the way fanfiction changes it. With more compassion. More...well, I'll just tell you. Mrs Danvers first talks of how everyone envies Rebecca. Ich too. She does not leave herself out of the list either. She says it was not she who made ich wear this dress. It was Rebecca who made ich wear the dress. Which is a take, for sure.

She is very hung up on Rebecca. (I know, this is no spoiler) The fun thing is that Ich notices. She asks ''Did you love her?'', ''Did she love you?'' If my French is good enough Danvers replied quite vaguely to the second question since it is Rebecca and with Rebecca only Rebecca knows (my phrasing). I was overwhelmed to be honest that it got addressed this directly. What a dream come true.

When we are at the you are not happy here, you'd better jump -implied, there was a sentence added here which (again if I remember correctly) has Danvers suggest right as ich is about to give in to both go.

When they draw back from the window, they were cluching each other. Very much clutching, in fear, in gratitude, in sudden friendship,.... Mrs Danvers asks ich if she may help her and does help her out of her wig, to then look on her and now truly see ''you are but a child.'' YES, thank you, we know Maxim is a huge creep. *pushes Max off a cliff*

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

what did you think about wiege miss raven …

It was cute 🥰

BRO 💀 LUKA IS SO HOPELESSLY IN LOVE AND DOWN BAD FOR HYUNA… He’s smiling like a kid in a candy store and blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush when a GUN is pointed at his head??? Wanting to run to her and embrace her anyway, with zero regard for his own situation or how she might react negatively to him??? Kissing her missing poster (even though kissing isn’t really a thing in their society?) He’s literally SO mentally ill and obsessed with her… This is toxic and codependent het, I KNOW IT IS 👁️👄👁️

The song this time was admittedly not my favorite, honestly (its tone is sort of haunting)—but I love what it represents… A pure lullaby, holding all the hope for a peaceful and happy future. It’s probably one of the few songs Luka ever sang without intent to manipulate or harm his duet partner.

I loved seeing more gaps in the story being filled in!! Mizi after being rescued and Hyuna trying to calm her down, Hyunwoo’s presence in general, Hyuna competing in Alien Stage, Luka and the other children in Anakt Garden… Ooogh, and those flashes to an alternate universe where everyone is alive, well, and involved in their passions… Luka and Hyuna with their matching rings (not sure if they’re promise bands, engagement rings, or wedding rings)?? It was nice but I feel like I might not be as invested in their relationship if that AU lacks the ✨ spice ✨ of being enemies.

LITTLE LUKA WAS SO PRECIOUS BUT ALSO SUCH A LONER LOSER OTL Laying his head against her… Him sitting under that tree alone and huddled up, counting his fingers to pass the time… Hyuna casually joining him… The pure joy that brings him… Hyuna going in for what seems to be a hug, only for the scene to cut to her body slumping on his AFTER BEING SHOT WHILE PROTECTING HIM 💀 That was absolutely FOUL…

TILL, MY BELOVED SON… He didn’t show up a lot this song, but I loved seeing him having so much freedom and creativity. Spray painting, drawing, just acting like a Normal Human Being and not constantly lashing out and being violently subdued 💦 I always feel like I’ve been punched in the gut myself when he’s harmed. Poor guy… He deserves all the happiness in the world.

dhjsvajFagfDah DONmT yhINK i FORgoT MIZI eiThER. Girliepop is fr going through it??? Still having trauma visions of Sua… LOSING HYUNA NOW… and now she’s left with that fucker whose ass she beat in a fit of rage 😭 which does NOT bode well. THE MURDER IN MIzi’S EYES AT THE ENd, HOLY ShIT. I am half expecting the next installment to just be her wailing on Luka, maybe blaming him for what happened to Hyuna and still holding a grudge for using Sua’s death in such a despicable way.

Hyuna’s final words to Luka were so 👌 It wasn’t too long, it wasn’t too short… It was the perfect length and it conveyed everything she needed to tell him. How important he truly is to her, how she hates him because she loves him; he is and always was her one and only weakness, how all she wishes in her final moments is for Luka to live life to its fullest—even the ugly bits. That he should forgive himself and love himself no matter what…

“Luka, live with love. Embrace the pain, the frailty, and the moments so unbearably shameful. Forgive yourself… Again and again, endlessly. Because everything… begins from there.”

P.S. I feel like I definitely got lost on some parts of the story 😅 I wasn’t sure how to interpret that scene where Luka was covered in blood and there were a bunch of his dead clones (?) in tanks?? Is the implication supposed to be that the aliens were trying to make the perfect performer and the Luka we know now is the ideal test tube baby…? I see his hand on what appears to be a control panel of some kind?? So did he accidentally kill the clones?? And I’m not sure why the random gunman tried to shoot Luka. Isn’t Hyuna the leader of the resistance? Why didn’t she command them to stop? Why did she throw herself in harm’s way instead? Was it a spur of the moment or adrenaline fueled move? Did the gunman really dislike Luka or what he represents + want to kill him so badly they disregarded orders to let him go?

P.P.S. Sorry to Ivan fans… I do not have much to remark on other than the opinion I have always held, which is “Man has killer eyelashes.”

P.P.P.S. I actually didn’t cry! 👍 vxjsneksksk I live for angst like this, so I was eating it all up like a bag of chips.

Really looking forward to seeing where things will go from here on out! The resistance is lacking a leader now; will Mizi step up?! What’s going to happen to Luka, is he going to be taken as a hostage and slowly come around to join the resistance? How are the aliens going to retaliate? Will the competitor even continue at this rate? So many interesting questions!

[owlwithanapple]

Bird & Fox

Chapter 17

Late at night, the cold wind blows through every corner of your body. The noisy and destroyed city, criminals are restless everywhere, the vigilantes maintaining justice. Any crisis in Gotham City is a daily cycle known to heaven and earth. Looking at the distant and fearless night from the top of Wayne Tower, the beautiful scenery is like a picture, but there is no ominous omen with a foul smell.

In Gotham City, you are called Gotham Runner, and you have helped GCPD and Batman's revisionism. In Japan, you were an important chess piece in the SHINOBI organization, but you were exiled because of different beliefs. You are a person who coexists with justice and evil, you are also a contradictory person.

You are an exiled chess piece, drifting in a strange city. There is no mission to speak of, no orders from elders, no guidance from mentors. The hands were once stained with blood no longer have any, only traces and memories. Ninjas are all alone, without these, you are what you are now.

A community where justice and evil coexist, the marks on your body are like confusing on the edge of confusion. You used to be a villain, drew your sword and killed. But after meeting Jason, you seem to have changed your mentality a little. For a moment, you will arouse the desire to protect and defend the people.

You sat silently on the edge, expression hidden in the fox mask, every bit of skin was covered by the equipment. You were used to the life of a ninja. Every side of ninja just like your own shadow, but in fact you can't tell your true face.

A strong killing intent surged in heart, the movement of drawing the blade was undisguised, the sound of sharp blade was stretched out from the scabbard. A familiar feeling emerged in your mind, under the illumination of the night light, you saw his shadow covering you. The breathing rate was normal, the person behind you was too calm and powerful to make you feel scared.

"The fox symbolizes a happy love, sandwiched between hypocrisy, treachery and cunning. What an unlucky existence. Kitsune."

A line spoken only to you, that familiar low but steady voice. Someone you know, once competed with him, the result not ideal because you were on the losing side, an experienced person in the fighting. You tilted head back saw it was Deathstroke, whose real name was Slade Wilson. "It's been a long time since we last met, how have you been recently?"

"I thought they would kill you without mercy, but they just banished you to this city." His blade pointed at your back, you could feel a cold and dangerous smell coming.

You stood on the edge with ease, back facing the distant dark city, your eyes hidden under the mask staring at Deathstroke's face, the sharp blade turned to point at your chest. "I’m sorry for disappoint you so much. But you, Deathstroke, I’m so scared, especially your murderous intent increased more than before."

He laughed hoarsely, the blade approaching you. "You say scary, who knows what's behind that mask. The Kitsune I know is a woman who has the guts to fight me head-on. Not the idiot you are now."

You chuckled and tapped his blade with your fingertips. "People always change, even me. I am an ordinary woman now."

He used the tips of blade to slightly lift your mask, just to see your lips. The moment that made him laugh was your smug smile, he sheathed the blade. "A fox in sheep's clothing, cunning as always. Long time no see, Kitsune."

"I think it's been 2 years since we last met. Did you threaten some ninjas to get information about me?" You adjusted your mask to cover face.

"I didn't see you last year in Japan. That dead fox wasn't running on the roof. I thought you were dead or alive somewhere else."

"Hahaha. There is indeed a suspicion. However, Kitsune is dead. The one who survived now is a contradiction." You pointed at your mask.

"If Kitsune were dead, you wouldn't wear this equipment and mask, you would discarded them long ago." His cold and vicious murderous intent rushed into your heart, like a knife piercing your skin.

You sighed helplessly turned away. The cold wind blew your hood away, your long white wig fluttered in the wind. You used ninjutsu light a flame on your index finger. "Maybe it's an occupational disease. Or maybe I still have Kitsune's will.”

He put on your hood to cover your wig. When he turned around prepared to leave, he took out a kunai and threw it at your back. You turned around quickly and kicked it into the air. You caught it before it fell. It was one of the weapons you used before, and he still kept it on him.

"A good weapon should return to the hands of its owner." His figure was about to leave.

You spun it in hands, recalling the past and the skillful use of the weapon in your hand. You pointed the sharp weapon at him. "Indeed, I almost forgot that this was one of the weapons I used to stab you."

"Kitsune, a piece of advice. Be careful of the people around you. They are just like you. Don't let them bite off your fox tail." He left you with this creepy sentence.

You clenched the kunai to stop your trembling hands. Just this sentence, like a piece of advice or a warning, instantly ignited your inner vigilance. Just now, you vaguely saw a sinister and dangerous expression on the corner of his mouth and disappeared into the dark city.

"Fox tail... I want to see who will bite me..." You raised index finger and middle finger together to perform ninjutsu, turning into a black mist and disappearing somewhere else.

When you landed somewhere, still lost in thought, thinking about Deathstroke's advice. A loud roar of the engine brought you back to reality. In the darkness, Batman drove the Batmobile on the road, chasing his prey at lightning speed.

You kneel down to hide, your right fist on the ground, look in that direction, raise your eyebrows and whistle excitedly. You are really shocked to witness the speed of the Batmobile. The screams continue to come, Batman mercilessly bringing the bad guys to justice and continue to move in another direction.

"How cool." You murmured.

Then you raised your hand to fire the wrist hook, at this time someone on the roof next door took out a grapple gun. The two of you moved in the same direction, ended up bumping into each other falling to the ground. Fortunately, your equipment has the effect of reducing damage, otherwise several bones would be hurt to death.

"Hey, hey, hey, how are you going to compensate me for bumping into me—ah." You were surprised. The person in front of you was Nightwing, the man who had disturbed your thoughts. Since his last confession, you still didn't know how to face him. You rejected him once, but he kept moving forward to you.

"Ouch—ah—Kitsune." He stiffened and was a little frustrated. He reached out want to touch you but stopped. He turned away from your sight. He still cared about your rejection of his affection, but didn't know how to express it.

You felt overwhelmed, but fortunately you had a mask to cover up expression. You stretched fingers and pinched your palms to brew what you wanted to say, mumbling "Thank you for saving me last time. I had a cold at the time, and I didn't want to infect you so I didn't let you take me back."

He was a little hesitant but secretly happy. He stole a glance at your mask. When you avoided his sight, he took your hand and intertwined it. When you turned around in surprise and wanted to shake him off, he put his arm around your waist and pulled into his embrace. "Hahaha, you're welcome. I caught a cold too. We were lucky not to be frozen to death that day. But...Kitsune..."

"You're an idiot. It's not winter and the sea water won't freeze us. But Knight, what's wrong with you?" You were confused, complaining about him while carefully asking.

He leaned in and buried his face in your shoulder, breathing a sigh of relief. The muscles on his body were no longer tense. The hand that stayed on your waist couldn't help but gently caress it. "I'm so glad you're safe."

His words made you feel awkward but a little happy that he cared about you. You gently squeezed the intertwined hands and said, "I'm not easy to getting into trouble. Don't worry about it."

He chuckled softly and held you close. He didn't flirt with you, but instead calmed down. You could still feel his breathing even through your equipment, he smiled, "I'm worried even though you said no. Maybe you've already smiled under the mask."

His words seemed to be a declaration to you, his face moved away from your shoulder and his lips showed a smug smile as if expressing his inner excitement. He disturbed your heartstrings. You have never been exposed to such a rich emotional world, and for a moment you were speechless.

The mentors said emotion is one of the fatal weaknesses of ninjas, don't touch that boundary or it will disrupt your pace. However, you are no longer the same person as before, no longer a pawn in the ninja world, and you feel the warmth of the human world for the first time. It makes you timid but you can't help but want to break through that layer of shackles.

"Hey. Are you okay? Why aren't you moving?" Nightwing gently shook you to try to wake you up.

You struggled to break free from his intertwined hands and turned away. You lowered your head slightly and murmured calmly, "Kitsune is an ominous existence, a cunning and hypocritical animal. Don't be fooled by me, Nightwing."

A pair of hands hugged you from behind, and he leaned his chin on your hood, with a smile on his face. "Thank you for your advice, but foxes also represent happy love. I don't know which one you will be. The only thing I can do is to take it one step at a time."

"You will suffer. Trust people like me."

"Hahaha, bring it on."

When you wanted to retort and criticize his stubborn and confident appearance, he lifted your hood to reveal your white wig. You were wary of him removing all your disguises, you pulled out a kunai from your sleeve prepared to fight back. Unexpectedly, he gently kissed the back of your head and let you go. If it weren't for the mask covering your expression, he would have seen your confused look.

He pointed at you and smirked confidently, "Listen to me, Kitsune. You continue to lose yourself, I will continue to chase your fox tail. Until you fall into my abyss and fall with me, be prepared."

After this, you were speechless, didn't understand what he was hiding. You could only stand there stupidly waiting for yourself to react. But his communicator rang, he answered it and left without looking back.

"Huh? What did he mean just now?" At this time, you finally uttered a word.

Nightwing Pov

When I lifted her hood, I could already feel her murderous intent bursting out without any disguise. Even though she had already drawn weapon, I was not afraid. I bet that she was emotionally disturbed not really want to kill me. I left a kiss on the back of her head because I wanted to feel her presence. She could disappear at any time and I didn't want to miss this beautiful moment.

After receiving the signal to gather at the assembly point, I left her immediately. I was flying high with the grapple gun, there were many confusing thoughts in my mind. But I felt that it was enough, this was enough. It didn't matter if she didn't understand what I meant, just let her be confused by my words. Because I could feel that she had some different feelings because of some of my words.

"Why don't you just tell her you want to court her? Aren't you tired of beating around the bush?" Tim's voice came from the communicator.

"I think that's enough. I feel she has no idea about emotions. I guess her past have made her emotionless. Even I confess, she won't understand." While talking to Tim, I swiftly climbed over the edge of the roof.

"Haha. When did you learn to observe women's hearts like Bruce? Be careful that Kitsune will ignore you in the next life." Tim teased jokingly.

I stopped and looked up, clenched my fists and chuckled softly, "Maybe I'm confused too, whether I should like her or not. But... I'd be heartbroken if she disappeared and rejected me."

"You're so fucking annoying! Just grab her shoulders and shake her hard and say. Hey, you dead fox, listen to me, I, Nightwing, like you. Be my woman. Isn't that all?" Suddenly Red Hood interrupted the communication conversation.

"What about you, Babybird? Why don't you wake Y/N up and tell her? You still have the nerve to say that to me? Great Lord Red Hood." I teased him with thorny tone.

"I said pure friendship! Y/N and I are satisfied with the pure friendship boundary! You know my situation!" I turned down the volume because Red Hood's voice hurt my ears.

"Every contact is as strong as an electric shock. Humans are very selfish. You will want more." I stared at my palms, clenched fists and pressed them on my lips, missing every moment of touching her. The smell of her body, every move she made, and wanting to see the panic expression hidden under the mask.

"Fuck you..." Red Hood's voice seemed to be gentle.

"TT. Can you guys hurry up? Stop pretending to be a romantic." Robin suddenly intervened in the communication conversation and complained impatiently.

"By the way, doesn't this mean that Nightwing's rival in love is Robin? Because he likes and hates Kitsune." Red Hood's complaints made me unable to hold back my laughter, I hurried to the point.

"Asshole! I didn't! I wanted to tear that fox into pieces!" Robin felt humiliated and began to quibble, and he might have blushed.

"Everyone, pay attention. Now on patrol." Batman listened to everyone's conversation on the communicator the whole time, but he just kept silent.

Red Hood and Robin stopped talking back as soon as they heard Batman intervene in the conversation. Thanks to him, my ears were much quieter. Red Robin must have been working hard on the computer with a large screen, the keyboard was ticking. I was not used to the silence, I laughed loudly.

"Hahahaha, sorry. Just a little distance away. Bye." I cut off the communicator and continued to the meeting point.

Unconsciously I looked back and saw a black fog spreading in the night sky from the direction of Kitsune. I murmured, "My lovable little fox."

The End

Ao3: owlwithanapple / Previous chapter

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[olenvasynyt]

Hello!! I have a few Elucien related asks for funsies:

- What do you think draws you to Elucien as a ship?

- Do you have a favorite Elucien head canon that you’d love to read in their book?

- If you read fan fic, do you remember what your first Elucien fic was? Or do you have one you are currently reading you’re loving?

- Would you prefer to read a super angsty, drama-filled Elucien book that tears at the heartstrings, or more of a romantic comedy with lots of banter and fluff? Or a combination?

Feel free to share these question prompts with your fave Elucien accounts or anyone else you think would like to participate and spread the positive vibes!

Awww thank you😭💕

What do you think draws you to Elucien as a ship?

I think their aesthetics / tropes draw me in! I love a good rake x lady, I think it's so hot and also just really refreshing in this current enemies to lovers shadowboy trope haha. I love their mutual pining / longing, and they are a slow burn too and I just know that after everything they both have been through, they will heal together and fall into their love for each other.

Do you have a favorite Elucien head canon that you’d love to read in their book?

Oh god there is so fucking many. So many people have the headcanon that Elain kept Lucien's jacket that he covered her up with at the Cauldron and oof. Idk how realistic it is but I fucking love it lmao. It's the kind of obsession and pining that is so goooddddd. And I wouldn't consider this a headcanon, it's more of a theory because I really think it's possible it happened, but I hope Papa Archeron talked about Elain with Lucien when they were sailing together! I think his connection with Papa Archeron is really important and I hope it comes up again.

If you read fan fic, do you remember what your first Elucien fic was? Or do you have one you are currently reading you’re loving?

OOOOOH let me look through my bookmarks! I think the first Elucien ones were The Longest Night by NextToSomething , A Court Of Family Secrets by flamesandshadows, and They Say I Did Something Bad by @separatist-apologist Those are at least my oldest bookmarked Elucien fics haha.

I am currently reading @clarafae's Garden Of Wallflowers!!

Would you prefer to read a super angsty, drama-filled Elucien book that tears at the heartstrings, or more of a romantic comedy with lots of banter and fluff? Or a combination?

Oop this is a funny question because if you know me, I love angst haha. I loveeeee my heartstring being just RIPPED APART! But I feel like the Elucien angst we would get would be pretty soft and mostly have to do with them talking about the past and the sort of angst that leads to comfort / a happy ending! I hope Jesminda is brought up because I will ball my eyes out. I will honestly cry no matter what lmao even the fluffy stuff will make me cry.

I'm going to send this to other people too but I also want to tag my amazing Elucien friends who have just been so sweet and supportive and ugh just awesome to talk to and be friends with. @crazy-ache @zenkindoflove @bonecarversbestie @starsreminisce @themadmorrigan @jadedbug @the-darkestminds @works-of-heart @clarafae @fierling @theangryhistoriananna @yennas-stuff @sapphiresandgold @ethereal-lionheart @acourtofthought @shadowqueenjude and many more! Thank you for making this fanbase more enjoyable.

[naturistgirl]

Crowded Tourist Spots, Deserted Places and the 'Textile Offended'

I live close to a beautiful tourist area. For a naturist that can be frustrating. The beautiful landscapes, valleys, hill tops and woodlands near where my home, come in two flavours - crowded and deserted.

I am openly naturist. I hate getting tangled with the 'Textile Offended'. Let me explain my meaning. Most people I meet are generally accepting of naturism; happy and cheerful in their greetings; few are ever offended. All of us have seen a naked woman before. The 'Textile Offended' apparently aren't among them. These are people who walk past you several times to get a closer look or even a photo on their phone. They are likely to go out of their way, even changing direction so that they can be 'offended'. They wear clothes and in this hot sticky summer weather they can get awfully hot and bothered. If possible I like to avoid the risk of being on the same path. They will come up to you to tell you you're 'breaking the law' (you aren't) or 'damaging children' (naturism is NOT a safeguarding issue). The clothed don't offend me by wearing textiles but I do draw the line at them bothering me with groundless arguments and accusations. That does offend me and and it can spoil my day!

Yesterday we went hiking above Newchurch-in-Pendle. This is a well frequented area with people climbing Pendle Hill. It is a very pretty village and one associated with the Pendle Witches. There is a little shop here 'Witches Galore' and the churchyard reputedly has a hanged witch buried there. See the little witches on brooms on the fingerpost above? It gets busy in summer (and on Hallowe'en).

I generally don't even put clothes on to start with. I do however carry a side tie bikini with me 'just in case'; little triangles of cloth that cover me (barely). I have 'Daisy Dukes' too if necessary and a very skimpy little gingham blouse. They don't get much wear and the bikini is pretty pointless anyway but they do keep the 'textile offended' at bay! Yesterday I had to wear them for a little while as there were plenty of people about. It is one of the penalties of visiting textile tourist spots!

Once naked, I STAY naked, even if I see someone approaching. They have already seen me, so what? Nothing looks worse than scrambling furtively into clothes or hiding behind a rock! Just be bold; smile (a lot) and say a very cheerful 'Hello' (around here the phrase is 'How do?' Generally, my 'emergency textiles' stay neatly in my bag where they belong!

The photographic shots here were all taken in relaxed fashion as we walked the track away from the village towards Ogden Clough. It demonstrates how you can do a little naturism even in a really popular tourist area.

Most people just tend to hang around the pretty village, buy souvenirs and take cute photos on their phones. I really like that they do! It keeps them off the trails. Yes, we did see a few people hiking on the same path as us but they were mostly busy, like us, enjoying the great outdoors.

If another hiker comes along the path behind me (one did), I don't really worry too much. I don't think my derrière is capable of offending anyone? I hope not! Hopefully the same is true for my husband. Girls like tight buns too!

Finally an entreaty! Tumblr is first and foremost a Blog Site. If you are a naturist like me and enjoyed this blogpost, please like, share and re-blog with my blessing. Do add your own affirmative comments. More important, if you feel inspired to hike clothes free, please blog about it too! Though there are maybe 6.5 million naturists in the UK, we do need some more!

I welcome messages from anyone who generally wants to know more about naturism. I also love to chat with other naturists about the lifestyle. This ISN'T a sexually themed blog however (I do have one of those too but the photos will never appear here).

Indeed a Naturist lifestyle is NOT about having lots of sex simply because you're naked! Paradoxically, sex is NOT about nudity and the absence of clothing. Erotic clothing (and its gradual removal) is a sexual tease and a must!. I also work as an adult model. Photoshoots generally start with underwear and what happens when it is removed! As a naturist I simply don't wear any!

My perennial postscript: Thank you to this wonderful guy (my loving husband) for the photos shown here. (I married my photographer!)

Without him, these blogs would be all words. He makes the blog special with what he does and I love him to bits.

Walking together with Mart, we are a naturist couple and if we meet anyone else, this is generally more acceptable (for some reason) than being alone. Single naturist men are often criticised, single naturist women tend to get chatted up (and delayed!).

Jane xx