#I DID THE COVER WOOOOOO

[bluetea-00]

I did the cover for a Lego Monkie Kid fan zine over on twitter! It’s called Megapolis Mania and preorders start July 1st! There’s a lot of really talented people working on it and I was so honored to do the cover!

This is the twitter account! Consider checking it out if you’d like 👀👀👀

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

When the hoodie is more like a halo covering his angelic head😇

[fingertipsmp3]

Guys I am fucking blasted

[theravencawsatmidnight]

I AM SO FUCKING BACK

Leland Coyle x F! reader.

W! Nsfw, dubcon, swearing, insertion.

WOOOOOO ENJOY I HAVEN’T WRITTEN FANFIC IN LIKE FOREVERS .

If this is liked ill do more!!! It has build up but i love it!!!!!

Every trial you managed to give Coyle the slip, whether you slipped by him, barricaded a door or just teased him from a distance. You were always one step ahead of the officer and each and every time he would bite his smoke in half while he watched the transporter take you away , the only sound of your snickers bouncing off the cold walls. But this trial would be different, he told himself . He would catch you. And he would do whatever he wanted.

The next few trials he was nowhere to be seen, the other nuts would be out and about while he hung back to watch you and your tactics, every move, every hiding spot, every little room you snuck off to just to get a quick heal fix. How would he catch you though? Should he do it outright? The man puffed out heavy smoke from his mouth watching you scramble around, you looked like you were in a bitchy mood. Rolling your eyes each time you got cornered and it was not him. Groaning when you could not sneak away to finish a task on your own. Poor thing. He let this go on for a bit, watching your friends distance themselves from you as the trials went on until they just went off on their own once they arrived leaving you all alone. This was perfect, a perfect opportunity.

The doors opened letting you and your friends into the dark parking lot riddled with cop cars, immediately they went off without you leaving you with a huffy face and hands on your hips. “Whatever, i don't need any of you to do this” you yelled off to them just for it to fall on deaf ears. Instead you stomped around the parking lot hearing the alarm go off inside the building only you did not bother to see who it was, Coyle was nowhere to be found lately so you had no one to toy with. “Probably dead, damn bastard” you said with a grunt under your breath as you wiggled into an open cop car door to pluck free some small medicine that was under the seat. “Everytime” you said with a satisfied tone. Tucking away the bottle you went on with your trial ducking from screams, gunshots and whatever else seemed to happen. Just when you had gotten inside the door you always went through to get to the main office was shut oddly enough. “Did they not come through here?” you asked tilting your head as you grabbed the knob to whip the door open only to get stabbed in the chest and fall on your ass. “ fuck!! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!” With great haste you yanked the object out, dropping it to cover the bleeding hole in your chest and crawling under a desk panting heavily as you fumbled around the medicine, unscrewing the knob and hanging it over the wound just for nothing to come out. “What… its ITS EMPTY?!” you tossed the bottle away in a fit of rage swearing up a storm. “What the fuck?! How the shit is it empty, who just leaves an empty fuckign bottle ?! and who knew my stash was there…..” it made no sense, but you had more, more heals, antidotes, everything you needed in other places in this fuckin trial…

Meanwhile Coyle was lifting his baton to light his cigarette while he watched you from inside an old room, a smirk crawled up his face as he puffed out smoke. “Working so far” he thought to himself. Ignoring the bleeding wound you stumbled into the main office finding bandages placed.. Conveniently on a desk . Without thinking about it you quickly patched yourself up feeling great relief. It was… oddly quiet. Where was everyone? Your friends could not complete the Kill the Snitch trial without you. And where were the nuts? Is this some kind of new test? Whatever. “I just need to find them so we can finish and leave.” you told yourself as you made your way around the trial only to come up empty. Every hiding spot had junk shoved into it making it impossible to squeeze in. every little stash had empty bottles and even your secret room was flipped upside down. And… where was the Snitch? Your friends? You checked the electrifying room to find the chair empty and your friend's terminals already full. “What? But they can't do it without me…” something was not right… you decided to poke at the terminal as if it would help but no luck. Even pressing the button was left unnoticed. They had already left. “What the fuck? So i just have to stay here till a new trial starts?”

“It seems that way” said a voice behind you. Quickly you turned around to some Bambino standing there pointing his shotgun at you. “I'm here to deliver you to your DATE” he laughed wildly. While he was doing so you rushed off into the trial once more, trying to find any kind of hiding spot. Heavy footsteps were growing louder and shotgun shots were bouncing off the walls. Sliding down a corner you spotted an open door rushing in slamming it shut and barricading it with a heavy inhale of breath. “Fucker… maybe i can hide out in here.” you told yourself , unaware of the small burning light behind you that got brighter with each breath the mouth around it took. You stepped back a few steps tripping over some garbage onto your ass and felt your wrists get grabbed and tied together behind your back. “HEY!!! whatTHE !!!!” a cloth was tied around your mouth and your body was shoved to the center of the room till your back hit a flipped over chair. Your ankles pulled apart and tied to a leg of the chair leaving you very exposed to whatever had caught you , you thrashed about which led to an arm wrapping around you pulling you to the chair to tie your chest to it keeping you in place. And here you were, hands tied up, legs tied apart and chest tied to a god damn chair..

Heavy footsteps filled your ears making your heart thump in your throat , you were starting to sweat out of fear and your eyes were straining to see who had caught you in this dimly lit room. The figure stopped in front of you sliding on his heels with a cattle prod in one hand and his other on his belt. Your heart fell all the way to your ass as Coyle leaned down with the biggest grin on his face , he took in the fear on your face making him feel so nice inside . “well sweetness, whos got who now?” he asked with sarcasm on his tongue, he laughed up at the ceiling while you thrashed about as if it would free you .

“Ya know you been pissin me off,” he told you as he twirled his electric prod around. “Always making my day so fuckin hard and annoyin sweetness. “ his free hand found your breast sitting firmly above the rope , slowly he rubbed it watching you through his shades , every struggle, every bite down on the cloth, every bit of drool that fell from your mouth turned him on. “I was getting tired of it.” he got a firm grip on the shirt around your chest ripping it off you , the excess hanging off the rope exposing your chest to the cool air. “So cute, so I devised a plan, I know, crazy right? “ Slowly his hand traveled down to your raggy pants, he grabbed hold of the garment, ripping it to shreds with ease, leaving you with just your panties. “Always so snarky, bitchy and just flat out annoying” the hand with his cattle prod curled your clit in small circles and your body twitched. No no no… “mmhgg!! “ you tried to plead, beg, anything. You would never do it again… never ever ever… “haha!! Whats that?!” he held his free hand up to his ear to mock you. “Cant hear ya!!!” the circles turned into up and down rubs from the cattle prod as Coyle had his fun with you, he loved this to bits. You on the other hand, your body was reacting against you and a wet spot was forming from all the stimulation, your body was feeling heavy and your vision was fogging over. Coyle used his other hand to squeeze a nipple and twist it around, lifting it up getting a loud muffled scream out of you and what sounded like pleading for him to let go, when he did your body fell limp in your restraints but you were not allowed rest because he just did the same thing to the other poor nipple. All while Coyle tortured you you could feel yourself getting close to climax.. This stupid fucking body. Coyle had glanced down seeing your pussy twitch around and the wet spot leaking from the sides. The officer looked back up at you resting his free hand on his cheek freeing your nipple from its squeezing. Just when you thought you were about to climax the man smiled and moved his prod away sending you into a frenzy as your orgasm faded away. “ MFFFF” you thrashed around biting the cloth hard trying to get any kind of friction, any kind of stimulation … you just wanted to cum. Just once. Just one time and you would learn your lesson… Coyle did not tease your clit again till you had fully calmed down just to do it all again .Every climax you chased disappeared like it was never there. You were a mess, a sweaty huffing mess. The white panties were covered in your juices by now and left a spot on the floor under you. “Ya know sweetness this all could have been avoided … if you were such a bitch…” he tried to sound sympathetic but his body language said otherwise. Every time he moved the prod away he would smirk at you, or tilt his head or blow smoke in your face. The hours were lingering… your body was needy and tired… you were a sweaty mess.. And just when you were about to pass out an alarm went off waking you back up. Coyle threw his head back with a satisfied groan. “Finally a new trial, i'm feelin frisky though. “ the man looked back down at you brushing the wet hair from your forehead” do me a favor sweetness?” the man ripped your panties off and shoved the prod up your pussy just enough so it would not fall out but not enough to cause any damage to you. “Keep this warm for me, im goin scarin!” he laughed getting up leaving you tied up with an electric prod shamefully shoved up your needy pussy. Coyle opened the door and looked back, tipping his hat to you. “Dont worry, your my little toy, i wont let anyone in here” the door closed leaving you in the dark, the sound of the lock echoing in your head.

Tags/ @outlastrabbit

Thought you might enjoy this!

[skelswritingcorner]

An Unfamiliar Place

A/N: Ah yes, my first foray into writing anything Transformers related. No specific characters are mentioned, I'll have to consult the wikis and read the comics before I even try to add any characters.

Also First Contact AU stuff WOOOOOO

Reader is gender neutral.

Word Count: 409

Warnings: SFW, mentions of injuries and blood (no gore tho)

Edit: A version of this that was not written while watching a clown Vtuber can be read here.

Everything was so massive to you, yet familiar. Like you were a doll in a normal sized house. However, there was no time for that. Not with the injuries making you bleed out from so many places you can’t figure out all of them. Clutching at your side, where you 100 percent knew you were bleeding the most, you stumbled your way through the unfamiliar territory.

You had to find somewhere to hide, and hopefully tend to your wounds as well. At least figure out where you got injured during the crash. If anyone’s in here, they’re looking for me. You thought to yourself. Fortunately, you had the gut feeling to have some medical supplies in the several pockets of your jacket and pants that you can patch yourself up with. If you didn’t have that, you’d be fucked.

Limping against a wall, you found a potential place to hide. You weren’t sure how long you could hide before anything detected you, but it’s a place to hide. It looked like a metal crate to you, about the height of a shipping container. There was the slightest gap at the side, which you eagerly shimmied into.

There were glowing pink cubes inside, light enough for you to check your wounds. Lifting up your jacket and shirt, you assessed the damage to your torso.

A decent amount of blood was trickling out. Not flowing as much as before, but still enough to be concerning.

It might’ve dripped on the floor.

The ones here might see the blood, they could find you.

You unzipped the pockets of your jacket, grabbing something, anything, that you could use to cover the hole. Stuffing a large cotton ball inside was the most you could do.

Fortunately, that was pretty much the only injury that needed treatment. It was just scrapes and scratches from what you could see.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Mechanical whirls, growling of machines speaking vowels and consonants. Did they notice blood? From what you could tell, there were at least two speaking. Will they notice you? Will they help you? Or will you die here, succumbing to either your injuries or an infection?

The voices and thumping stopped. Mumbles from the mechanical beings started, then a set of footsteps got closer and closer to where you were. You squeaked, unsure if they’ll even consider trying to help you.

What looked like a finger prodded the gap you entered, then pulled it open.

(Sorry this was super brief, I don't know how to continue this or what characters to include. Hope y'all enjoy this funky thing I wrote at midnight :3)

[missamyrisa2]

Tickles with fluffy fox fur mittens? ❤️

One of my tickle timeloops is this time during a power outage in winter, where me and some friends were hanging out as school was also cancelled. And randomly, when I stretched and grasped the doorway (kind of discovering how my tallness meant it was easy to tease with my belly), a girl wearing fuzzy gloves was immediately there to grasp my sides and rub with her thumbs and oooh mmmyyy gooooossshhh the combination of my chilled perked up skin, that sparkle zone to begin, and the flufffyyyyy material was sooo baddddd I'm squirming just thinking about ittt againnnn ~

Which is to sayyyy I will get the softestttt most elegant luxurious (faux) fur mittens and have you tied like that, all standing and gently stretched ~ with enough clearance so I can circle around you, hmm hmm hmming at what I have here, and loookie lookie loookieee at this cute ticklish thing alllll caught in my webbby web ~ mmmhmm you're ticklish aren't youuuu? Aren't youuuu? Ticklish little angel caught the ticklyyyyy demon uhhhuhh ~ yeahhh naughty little angel needing their punishment ohhh yesss, showing off that naughty tummyyyyyy ~ good thing I have theeese babiesss ~ Ooh, do you see my soft gloves? Would you like to see them closer? Maybeeee brushing on your cheeeek? On your neeeeeckk? Oooh, what about those ribs? Those ribs? Ribbbyy ribbyy ribsss all sensitive to this material? Don't you laughhhh don't you laugh darling, this is your punishment ~ your punishment for being so cute and naughty and a tease all streteched like this ~ ahh ahh ahhh what did I say now? What did I say? I saiiiid don't laugh and now what are you doing? Oh yes baby, whimper and whine, you seeee these gloves going on my fingers and my fingers are itchingggg to make your acquintance ooh yessss we're gonna acquaint, you and I were gonna beeee sooooo closeeee and mmhmm those are my thumbs rubbing on your cute bellyyyy your belllyyyyy and your bellybutttoonn ~ sooo softtt ~ so ticklyyyy huh? Awww does it just tickle? Does it just tickle tickle tickle? Are you gonna coochie coooo for meeee? Yeahhh? Tell me all about itttt we're gonna dig deeeep on your ticklishnesss while I trace your waisttttt with my fingersss with this lovelyyyy fox furrr mmhmmm ~ lovely waist you have hereee it would be a shame if someone ~didn't~ tickle ittttt! Awww widda widda woooooo~ do you have more tickle spotsss? Yeahh? More spots we can fur up? What about these thighs huhhh? Maybe your thighssss? Maybe I'll massage your thighsss for youuu with soft slooooww rubbiesssss and ahh yesss my long arms darling, I can rub your thigh and teeeeaseee your royal chest button at the same time ohh yes I can and ooh yes I willl yess I willll~ you're sooo cute and darling like thissss and I'm afraid I just can't stoppp no I can'tttt we're gonna easeeee out alll your giggles with my cute glovesss yessss ~ and what's whattt? You have moooore tickle spotsss? I knowww I know sweetheart we're gonna tickle tickle behind those kneeeees we're gonna tickle tickle your hiiiipssss ~ and oohh yesss lets get those piiiiittiessss ~ no no no ticklemama not gonna forget about those pittiesss ~ sooo perfect for my lovely gloves they are soooo wanttting my tickles aren't theyyy? Yesss, oh my gosh for me, I love thattttt say it againnn ~ try to endureee ~ try to take itttt tough cookie, my soft fur covered fingers wigglinggg and stroking and dancing in those underarmssss ~ you can't stop meeeeee ~ I'm gonna tickle tickle tickle until you're just mushhhh and then I'm gonna let you downnnn and we're gonna make you giggle and wiggle and scream it out until you can't see straight and you can't speak oh yessss ~ and mmhmm your feet aren't safe either nooooo ~ I'm taking this foot yes I am you can stand there and hang and I'll hold this ankle like sooooo and let's just seee how you do with softttt soft supple fur under them toes, shall we? Let it all out nowwww ~ this is for the science ~ I mean, absolutely not and I'm just torturing you babydoll, but let's pretend shall we?

[gamerchrissgf]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐩𝐞𝐚┇ 𝐂.𝐒

𝘱𝘵2. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺.

⌈after a lifetime of being ignored, and the death of her father, taking out her rage against the world the only way she knows how - murder.⌉

⌈pairing⌉ Chris Sturniolo x Sweetpea!reader.

⌈warnings!⌉ mentions of death, threatening, smoking, mentions of abuse, chris manhandling sweetpea (not sexually…. Yet 😏)

a/n: heyyyyyy its pt2 time woooooo. Again I recommend watching it first before reading this lol. I dont wanna spoil anything. Its the same story line but like my own twist to it, and some similarities too. its been pretty good so far. so this is soley inspired off the show with also my own twist. Also idky but the perspective in this changed too many times i think. I was half awake trying to finish this. 😭

When morning comes y/n is still in bed resting after a long night. Finally deciding it was time to get up she heads over to the bathroom. Admiring herself in the mirror, blood. She still has her victims blood on the side of her neck. Quickly washing the blood she realizes what happened the night before.

Turning around quickly she noticed the bloody tub filled with blooddy water and clothes “fuck. Ok FUCK!” She yells in a panic. Unplugging the tub drain she gags at the sight of the bloody clothing. “Oh my god, oh my god. Oh my god!” Looking around the bathroom she spots her laundry basket. “Uhh okay. Ok ok ok.” Throwing the clothes into the bin she runs to the laundry room throwing the clothes in the washer. Using heavy amounts of bleach to get the stains out. Looking down at her current sleep shirt also covered in blood she strips it off throwing it into the wash aswell.

The doorbell rings she snaps her head towards the door. ‘Oh my god its the cops. Im done. Someone saw me!’ Her mind races. Reaching for the nearest thing to put on. It being her dads robe she runs to the front door. As she opens the door Aj is standing in front of her. “Oh.. hey Aj.” She says looking at the man with wide eyes.

There is a moment of silence between them as he examines her facial features as well as her body. “Uh yeah hey y/n… you okay? You look… different.” He says trying to figure out whats new about her. “I uh… I got bangs now. And bleached my hair blonde so… uhm was there something you needed?” She asks the man “ahh right well you look nice. And yes. I actually wanted to talk to you about ownership of your dads business since you know… and well hes always said hes trusted me with the company.” The man states.

“Oh right. Uhm can we talk about this some other time? Im quite busy at the moment. Have a realtor coming over tomorrow. Need to clean the house… so uhm bye!” She yells as she slams the door shut. Running around her home like a chicken with its head cut off she sees the clock 9:30 am it reads “Fuck! Im late!” Rushing to get ready for work.

Walking into the ‘somerville postage’ nobody even notices her. “Im back everyone.” Not even a glance. ‘Did they not notice the woman shaped hole at fucking administration?’ She asks herself. Sitting at her desk she sees the posty note ‘NOW HIRING: junior reporter. Starting:ASAP!’ A grin forming on her face she stands up from her chair.

“Excuse me, Mr.Boetelli? I was wanting to speak to you about the junior reporter position…” she mumbles loud enough for him to hear “ahh of course come take a seat. So are you new to this type of work?” He asks. “Uhm I’ve worked here for 2 years Mr.Boetelli. Yes it would be my first job as a reporter but not in this facility.” She says “oh you do? Hmm never noticed you I guess. Well sweetpea its just that I need someone whose gonna bring that- bring that ‘rahr’ factor you know? And well your kinda you know bland.” He says.

‘Well that was a fucking dig at my character.’ She thought “But sir if you really gave me the opportunity to expand myself im sure I could be right there with everyone.” You point at your fellow colleagues. “I need someone Justin leveled” he says. “Right I mean… Justin is great…” you say with a tad bit of sadness in your voice. “Aww dont worry sweetpea… the moment I see improvement the job is yours!” He says “Oh my gosh! Really! Thank you Mr.Boetelli!” You say walking out of his office.

Back at your desk your sorting through letters in your own zone. “Uhm excuse me is this reception?” Lifting your head to the voice you see a young man “Oh yes hi, how can I help you?” You ask him “uhh I was scheduled to meet Mr.Boetelli today about the junior reporter position.” He says ‘what the fuck!’ You thought. “Oh uhm he should be in his office still but uhmm what is your name so I can look you up in the meeting system?” You ask him.

“Oh right my name is Anthony, Anthony Andrews.” He says. “Huh thats weird I dont see you in the-” you cut off by Mr.Boetelli’s voice. “Anthony, how are you young man! Uh Sweetpea you mind making two coffees for us? So how have you been Anthony? Hows your mother? I saw her in her garden the other day. Shes been looking better these days.” Mr.Boetelli rambles on as the two walk off.

After finishing up the coffees you head towards his office only to be stopped in front of your desk as the two walk out “Alright everyone can I have your attention please, please say hello to your new junior reporter Anthony Andrews! Hide your ladies from him fellas!” Mr.Boetelli announces patting the boy on the shoulder “haha more like hide your notes am I right” the job stealing asshole chimes in. “But that was my job” you mumble to yourself noticing the coffee you have spilt in the ground.

“Alright well, im gonna head out and catch some Z’s before my big day tomorrow.” Anthony tells Your arrogant asshole of a boss. Both of them walking right passed you not noticing the mess you made. ‘Fuck this shit’ you thought putting the cups on you desk walking out after Anthony. You walk out the building a few feet behind him stopping in you tracks to give space.

‘People id love to kill, this fucking nepo baby for thinking he can take my fucking job’ starting to walk behind him until your in a darkened alley you pull the knife out of your purse, opening it you slice the palm of you hand “ah! Fuck!” You say dropping the knife “what?! Who the fuck! Oh shit you scared me!” He says turning around looking at you. You quickly place your foot over the knife.

“Oh… yea sorry… uhm theres a paper work!” You quickly utter out “A paper work?” He asks “yea like a new employee form. I needed your email to forward it to you!” You lie. Foot still on the knife you pull your phone out of your purse. “Uh here do you mind putting it in my phone?” You ask shoving your phone towards him. “Uhh yea… Im sure Devon has it thoough…” he says referring to Mr.Boetelli as he’s entering his email into your notes app.

“Uhh is that all? He asks? “Yep thank you! Bye!” You say still standing infront of him “allright then bye.” He says backing away you drag you foot wincing when you hear the scrape of the knife “uhh you okay there?” He asks “yep just peachy! Off you go now! Bye!” You say sending him an awkward wave. He chuckles while shaking his head giving you a slight wave bye before turning around and walking off.

Quickly picking up the knife you turn around walking the other way. ‘You fucking idiot.’ You say internally cursing yourself. Not even heading back to work you walk the streets of Boston you see a billboard with the triplets posted on it. ‘Boys from Boston With big dreams!’ It reads. Rolling your eyes when you chris’ shit ass grin plastered on the screen. “See them live this Friday on the morning show with hosts Julia and Adam!” Scoffing you walk off.

*time skip*

The next day at work walking in you see everyone gathered in the cubicles “so does anyone have any front pagers?” Mr.Boetelli asks. “Uhhh what about that house that burned down early this morning?” Someone asks “no no to boring. And common. Anything else?” He asks “what about the birds on main that having been attacking people?” Another asks “NO NO NO! Where is Justin? No Justin today?” He yells.

As if on cue Justin comes rushing through the doors “Dead body! Near lockwood” he says panting from running. “Atta boy Justin! Get me all the details on it! I want to know every dirty little secret about our victim!” Mr.Boetelli says walking into his office. “Tells us what you got so far Justin?” One of your coworkers ask

“Um... outside of Luckys, The police were there this morning.” You say. Kind of dry snitching about your murder. But there were cops at the scene. “There are going to be police in places. It doesn't mean it's a murder. Could have been someone drunk going for a walk, accident, suicide…” Justin says with annoyance laced in his voice. “He was stabbed, actually. Uh… on a night out. Um… I heard someone mention it as I was walking by” You say covering your tracks. “Ugh! I hate Hearsay how can you be so sure?” He asks “I mean, we should go down there, right? Now that we actually know something.” Anthony states.

“Yea your right lets go, sweetpea your coming with. And please don’t say anything stupid.” Justin says. As your walking out the door your phone starts to ring. Digging it out of your purse you see its your sister quickly answering the phone “Hey Jas…, whats up?” You ask her “Chris and the realtor are going to be at the house soon. Please make sure it doesn’t look like a tornado went through it.” She says

“what?! Like how soon?” You ask starting to feel anxious “like in 30 minutes. Chris just messaged me saying they were leaving the office.” She sighs “I suggest you go home and pick it up and make it look decent” she adds before hanging up. ‘fuck fuck fuck fuck’ “hey guys Im sorry but I have to go, I have a realtor showing up to the house. I kinda forgot.” You say gathering your things from your desk and running out the front doors.

After reaching home and picking up any left over mess you made you laid sprawled out on the couch. Hearing the front door open you sit up looking over the couch “welcome to the late 90’s” you hear Chris say as he walks through the front door with his realtor friend. Chris looks over at the couch “Jesus fuck! Could have made it known you were here y/n” he says startled by your presence.

“Sorry I just got off and was tired. I thought Jas would have told you I was here.” You mumbled making eye contact with him. There was a moment of silence the two of you staring at eachother. ‘Why is he looking at me like that.’ You thought as you see him rake his eyes down your body. You look down seeing your blouse having a few buttons undone a small piece of the cup of you bra peaking out. You quickly fix your top. He clears his throat “oh well she said youd be off at three and its only one so.” He says.

“So how do you guys know each other?” The realtor asks “Ah we went to school together and our parents were high school friends” Chris answers. “Yea that.” You mumble softly. “So uhh we are just gonna do a walk through don’t mind us just continue as you were” chris says walking off with his friend. ‘Thats was weird. I need a smoke.’ Stepping out the front door and walking to the side of the house you light your cigarette.

A couple of minutes have passed and as your fixing to walk back inside you hear the front door open “Yea just keep looking around ill be back in just have to take this call… Hey babe” You hear Chris say. “No, im helping an old friend sell their house… What? No im not cheating?… why would you say that? You know I hate when you talk like that… Oh so thats what your on?… Can you lay off the booze for fucks sake… no you know how you get. Your abusive as fuck… you literally slapped the fuck out of me the other night for thanking a waitress!… yea yea whatever ill see you later… yea love you too.” Knowing you just sat there and listened to his whole conversation makes you feel like a shit person. Still leaned against the wall you light your other cigarette.

Pushing off the wall, well you must have pushed a little too hard because you basically trip on gravel. Letting out a tiny squeak as you stumble from the side of the house. Chris’ eyes are now on you again. “How long have you been standing there?” He asks. “A while.” You mumble. “You… you didn’t hear anything did you?” He asks. “I mean I did but I can act like I didn’t” you say looking up from your feet at him. You didn’t even realize how close he got to you. There is another moment of silence between the both of you.

Chris takes a step back taking a full look at you. “Since when did you start smoking?” He asks his eyebrows raised in questioning. “Since my dad died.” You say back to him. “Oh… well do me a solid and never tell a soul about what you heard or else Ill just have to find ya myself kid. You hear me?” He says waving a hand in your face. You completely zoned out.

You remember thinking Chris was attractive in high school, but the way he looks now is way beyond comparison. His brown messy hair grown out, laying over his forehead. The stubble across his jawline, his lips, his eyes- ‘fuck no, fuck this.’ You thought. “Yea. I hear you.” You say looking off to the side so you can hit your cigarette one last time. Chris take it out of your hand before hitting it himself “you know these are bad for you right?” Letting the smoke out he throws it on the ground stepping the ashes out.

“Why do you care?” You ask “I don’t.” He says coldly walking back inside the house. About 30 more minutes pass and the realtor and chris get ready to leave. “Ill meet you outside!” Chris says to him. Walking over to the kitchen where you currently were sitting doom scrolling through your phone. “Uhh hey… we are heading out now.” He says to you “uhm okay? Bye?” You say to him.

“Remember what we talked about outside. Not a word.” He says in a threatening manner. “Chris I could genuinely give a fuck less about you and your abusive ass girlfriend.” You say not even looking up at him. You hear loud footsteps coming towards you not fully processing what’s happening you feel your head being tugged back by your hair letting out a groan of pain.

“Ow chris your hurting me!” You say trying to move his hand but he tugs it harder. You being the little sadist you are you let out a moan in pleasure. He lets go leaning down to you face to face he brings his right hand to you face grabbing it harshly. “I mean it kid. Not a single fucking word” nodding your head yes tears forming in your eyes, he lets go of your face causing it to slightly move to the side you look at him with hair in you face breathing heavily “Fuck you Chris.” You say

He walks off. You stand up going over to the sink spitting out a little bit of blood from biting the inside of your cheek. ‘People id love to kill. Christopher Sturniolo, for not only ruining my life but ruining my image of him.’

a/n: that image of him being she hated him now she wants him to match her freak 😭. Pt2 everyone!!! Its not really the same as episode 2 but I told yall this is inspired w my own twist 🫠

[q-gorgeous]

Destabilizing

ao3

ffn

Vlad Masters suddenly shows up at the Fenton household after disappearing for years asking for their help.

heres my holiday truce fill for @sybill-d

ahhh im sorry this was so late. i intended to do a storyboard of this, and i still intend to, but my arms and hands have been hurting lately and i couldnt trust myself to get this done by the third without aggravating whats hurting already 😔 but! here this is for now :D

woooooo

Jack sat at his work station in the lab. He couldn’t focus on his work today. Looking to his left, his gaze traveled over his desk until it landed on the framed picture that sat in front of him. Him, Maddie, and their old college buddy. They haven’t seen him in years. He always wondered what happened, why Vlad never spoke to them again. 

Jack sighed. There’s no use dwelling on the past. He just had to hope Vlad was doing well these days.

“Jack, are those samples ready yet?” Maddie called across the room to him. 

He spun in his chair to face her. “Yes, Maddie. They’ll be ready in-”

A crash sounded from upstairs and both he and Maddie turned to look towards it. Maddie stood up, planting her hands on her desk.

“What was that?” She shouted. 

Jack stood up and walked up behind her. “I don’t know.” He frowned.

He made his way across the room to the stairs. Maddie followed behind him. 

“Maybe it’s Danny and his friends?” She said.

“Or a ghost.” Jack glanced at her. “Stay alert.”

“Right!” Maddie brandished her gun and a focused expression crossed her face. 

Together they made their way up the stairs and through the heavy duty doorway. They tiptoed through the kitchen and backed up against the wall that divided the room from the kitchen. Jack peeked around the corner.

There was a figure in the living room, He looked just in time to see them fall to the floor. That must’ve been what that crashing sound was. This person couldn’t stay on their feet. 

He popped out from around the corner and pointed at the figure on the floor. Maddie aimed her gun at them. 

“Put your hands up…” Jack trailed off as his eyes adjusted to the dark lighting in the living room. 

Lying on the floor in front of him was their old college buddy Vlad Masters. 

“... Spook.” He finished softly. He heard Maddie gasp beside him. 

“...please.” Vlad spoke. “Help me…” 

Jack couldn’t believe it. 

“Vladdie?” Why was Vlad here? What happened to him all these years they’ve been apart?

“Vlad, what happened to you?” Maddie exclaimed. She walked across the room and bent over to help lift him off the floor. She laid his arm across her shoulders and lifted him up. Vlad groaned as he stood up. 

That was when Jack took in the state that Vlad was really in. He had green spots all over him. 

“Why are you covered in ectoplasm?” Jack reached a hand out and stepped closer to the two of them. He squinted at him. “Did a spookum get you?” 

Vlad opened groggy eyes and looked at him. “No. I’m sorry to show up so unexpectedly. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“We haven’t seen you since college!” 

“Where have you been all these years?” Jacked asked.

“I’m sorry for disappearing…” Vlad looked away from Jack. “There was something I never told you two. Something that I was afraid to tell you.”

A pit formed deep in Jack’s stomach.

“Do you remember my portal accident?”

Now Jack felt almost nauseated. Of course he remembered Vlad’s portal accident. He’d never been able to forgive himself for getting his best friend hurt. 

“That it didn’t work?” Vlad continued. “And I got hurt?” 

Vlad shuddered. “It changed me. In a way I couldn’t explain.”

Jack frowned. What did he mean by that?

“It wasn’t until the doctors diagnosed me with ecto-acne that I understood.” Vlad finally looked back up. First at Maddie, then at Jack. “I had somehow obtained ghostly attributes in that accident.”

Vlad coughed and Maddie gently guided him to the couch in the living room. She slowly sat him down and covered him in a blanket. He took a deep, shuddering breath before he looked back up and continued. 

“They cured the ecto-acne, but there was still something wrong with me.” Vlad held a hand to his head, a vacant stare now in his eyes. “Sometimes I would have trouble keeping my form. I started my own research but I couldn’t find a solution. I was getting weaker.”

He looked back up at them. 

“I’m destabilizing. And I need your help.”

Both Jack and Maddie looked at him with shocked expressions. 

“What can we do though?” Maddie asked. 

Vlad looked at them with such conviction that Jack couldn’t help but believe him. “You’re the most brilliant ghost scientists there are. If anyone can help me, it’d be you.”

Jack shook his head. He didn’t understand. Vlad was destabilizing? Wasn’t that something ghosts did if they grew to be too weak? Humans couldn’t destabilize. Did that mean that Vlad was a-

“Can you excuse us for a moment?” Maddie spoke in her pretend cheerful voice. It set off the alarm bells in Jack’s head. 

She grabbed onto the collar of his jumpsuit and roughly pulled him out of the room and into the kitchen. 

Jack turned to look over his shoulder to see Vlad frowning sadly at his lap. Jack frowned at that. 

Maddie tucked them back against the wall they had been hiding behind before. “How do we know we can trust him? What if he’s a ghost?”

Jacked looked over his shoulder. “I don’t know. Shouldn’t we trust him? He was our best friend.”

Maddie leaned past him to look past the wall to where Vlad sat in the living room. “It doesn’t matter if he was our friend. A ghost is a ghost.”

The alarm bells in Jack’s head grew louder. “He seems to believe he’s still human though.” Maddie placed a hand on her chin as she listened to him speak. “We could use the ghost catcher to see if we can separate the ghost from him.”

“That could work.” She said. “If he’s human, it’ll separate the ectoplasm from him. If he’s a ghost, we’ll know.”

Maddie put a smile on her face and walked back into the living room. Jack followed her, conflicted. Vlad didn’t seem like a ghost. He seemed normal. Ghosts were evil.

Jack stopped beside Maddie in the living room. She clapped her hands together.

“We’ll help you! We want what’s best for you!” Maddie closed her eyes and tilted her head. “We’ll just need you to come down to our lab so we can start working.”

Vlad smiled at them. “Thank you. How can I ever repay you?” 

Maddie walked up to Vlad and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s nothing! We just want you to get better.” She helped him up. “Now let’s get you down to the lab.”

She walked by Jack as she continued talking to Vlad. “We’ll figure out how to get you fixed up in a jiffy. I’m sure we have something to help you. We have an assortment of ghost hunting and research inventions. Surely something will help.”

Jack frowned at their backs as they headed towards the basement door. He sighed and followed after them, the pit still deep in his stomach. 

He made his way down the stairs and into the lab. When he got down there he saw Maddie sitting Vlad down on the lab table. 

“Right here, Vlad. Take a seat on this examination table.” She gestured to the cold looking table in the center of the lab. “We’ll start by taking your vitals.”

She pulled a couple things out of the drawers in one of their countertops. The first thing she pulled out of her new pile was a stethoscope. She placed the earpieces in her ears and put the other end to his chest. She listened carefully.

“Hmm… Heartbeat is slower than normal.” She pulled a thermometer out next.

She placed it in his mouth and studied it closely. She took it out of his mouth and read it. 

“Temperature is near hypothermic.”

Then she took out a blood pressure measurer. She wrapped it around his arm and squeezed the pump a couple times. She pressed the stethoscope to his arm and listened for a few moments. 

“Blood pressure is low.” She said quietly. “Jack, would you be able to get a blood sample? I’ll get a swab of his mouth to test for ectoplasmic viruses.”

Jack shook out the bad feeling in his stomach and threw a smile on his face. “You got it, Mads.”

He grabbed a syringe from her pile on the counter and turned to face Vlad. As he turned he could see Vlad visibly gulp. Jack smiled at him sympathetically. “Don’t worry, Vladdie. This’ll be over before you know it.”

Vlad smiled softly at him. “Thank you, Jack.”

“All done, V-Man!”

Vlad looked down at his elbow that Jack was in the process of wrapping. “Wow, that really was fast.”

Jack smiled at him again and Vlad looked like he was about to say something else when Maddie suddenly shoved a swab in his mouth.

“Swab acquired!” She said excitedly. “Let’s go examine these, Jack!” 

“You bet, Maddie!” He exclaimed. He turned to look back at Vlad. “We’ll be right back.”

He walked across the room to Maddie’s workstation. 

“Here’s the blood sample, Maddie.”

“Look at this, Jack. This swab shows no traces of any ecto-viral infections.”

Jack frowned. “That’s good, isn’t it?”

Maddie shook her head. “Not if we’re hoping that Vlad isn’t really a ghost.”

They both looked down at the microscope sitting on her desk. This wasn’t really looking good for Vlad…

Jack held up the syringe and spoke softly. “Let’s take a look at the blood sample.”

Maddie grabbed it from him and set everything up. She slid the petri dish into the microscope and bent down to look through it. 

She looked back at him.

“Jack, take a look at this.”

He took her place and looked through the microscope. The ectoplasm here didn’t look out of place. It looked almost as if it belonged there.

“This is odd.” Jack said as he looked at it. He stood back up and turned towards her. “Maddie, I think this ectoplasm is melded to his DNA.” 

Jacked turned to look at Vlad over his shoulder. He coughed into his blanket and took a deep breath.

“I don’t think he’d survive it if we removed it.”

Maddie shook her head. “Nonsense, Jack. This is probably what’s making him sick. Surely using the ghost catcher and separating it from him will cure him.”

“But what if you’re wrong?”

Maddie squinted at him, pointing a finger at him. “Are you doubting me?” She asked lowly. 

“No. I think we just need to think more critically about this instead of jumping right in.” Jack said. 

“But he’s a ghost!” Maddie shouted.

“We don’t know that!” Jack whispered back at her.

“Is everything going alright over there?” Vlad called.

“Oh!” Maddie threw her hands into the air exuberantly and turned back towards where Vlad sat, walking over to him. “Everything’s okay! We have a way to cure you!” 

Vlad smiled a big smile at her. “Really?”

“Yes!” Maddie said cheerily. “We’re going to use the Fenton Ghost Catcher to remove the ectoplasm from your DNA!”

“What?” Vlad shouted. He backed away a couple steps away from her, looking ready to bolt if she so much as moved wrong. 

“The ectoplasm must be what’s causing your illness.” Maddie walked across the lab and dragged the ghost catcher out of the closet it was sitting in and across the room. She patted it. “This bad boy will remove all of it!” 

Vlad took another couple steps back, the blanket falling off from his shoulders and to the floor. Jack stepped up and held an arm up in front of Vlad. 

“Maddie we can’t do this!” Jack pleaded. “He’s not comfortable with this!”

She gestured behind her at the ghost catcher. “We have to do this otherwise the ectoplasm will kill him!” 

“Removing the ectoplasm will kill me!” Vlad shouted from behind Jack. 

“The ectoplasm is what’s killing you!” Maddie shouted back at him. “What else could it be?”

Vlad rolled his eyes and threw his arms into the air. “Why won’t you listen to me?” He held his hands to his chest. “Why do you insist on hurting me?”

Jack took another step forward. “Maddie, please. This is our friend.”

“How do we know he’s not a ghost?” She threw back at him. “How do we know he’s not tricking us?”

Vlad sighed. “Even if I was a ghost, not all ghosts are evil like we hypothesized. I was terrified for so long that I would become evil.”

He leveled a look at Maddie.

“But that never happened. Because I’m the one who decides who I want to be. Not whether or not I have ectoplasm.” Vlad looked away from Maddie. 

Jack was about to stop her when he saw Maddie approaching Vlad quickly but stopped once she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. 

“I’m so sorry, Vlad.” She whispered into his shoulder. “I went about this all wrong.” 

Vlad wrapped his own arms around her. “It’s alright, Maddie. Thank you for believing in me.” They smiled at each other. 

Jack walked up to both of them and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “Now let’s get back to work. We have a friend to fix up. We’ve got an old concoction that always seemed to make spooks stronger. We can try that if you’re up for it, Vladdie.”

“That’s probably our best bet.” Vlad placed a hand on his chin. “I’ve tried just about everything else. That’s something I’ve never thought of before. Genius.”

Jack pulled the two of them closer to him. “Let’s get started!” 

Qqqqqqq

Jack picked up a vial from his set that sat on his desk. He stood up and turned to face Vlad where he sat beside Maddie. 

“Alright, Vladdie! Here it is! A fresh batch of ecto-dejecto! Are you ready?” 

Vlad turned around to face him and Jack’s heart twinged at the fresh ectoplasm that covered his face. Vlad smiled at him. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Jack handed the vial to Maddie and she filled a syringe with it. 

“Okay. Here we go.”

Vlad squeezed his eyes shut as Maddie plunged the syringe into his upper arm. 

“All done.” 

Vlad’s eyes shot open just as the ectoplasm started seeping back into his skin, the blemishes disappearing right before their very eyes. A big smile spread across his face. 

“It’s gone.” Vlad laughed. “It’s all gone!”

He walked up between Jack and Maddie and wrapped his arms around their shoulders.

“Thank you! So much.” He glanced between them. “How can I ever repay you?”

Jack jostled them. “Just don’t disappear on us again!” 

Vlad chuckled softly. “I can do that.”

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episode 28 reactions below the cut!!!!!

TREVOR FUCKING HERBERT WOOOOOO HES BACK,,,, AND,,, SURPRISINGLY NICE ?

he does not seem to know how to uh. do his job?

oooooooh okay nvm that was a cover muahahahaha >:)

BLOODY MURDERRRRRR

oooh gwens in troublee :3

hehehehe alice my wife <3

“ d i v e r s e “

gwen?

JEREMY? WHO THE FUCK IS JEREMY?????

hehe parental issues >:3

GWEN BABY ARE YOU GETTING LENA FIRED

:0

IS SAM STALKING TREVOR??????????????

DID HE JUST GET COMPELLED???

HES BEING COMPELLED WHAT THE FUCK AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

were getting backstoryyyyyyy

noooooooo baby sam :((((((

so like is sam just gonna fucking die now

whos compelling him? is it [error]?

HUMAN BODY EXPERIMENTS ‼️

oooooh are they gonna get his statement in the next incident report? i hope so

spooky scary skeleton bitch

damn boy,,

DID HE JUST DIE????????????????

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[esmereldapearl]

Prologue

Matches and Figures

Words: 702

TW: Anger and Mental Health

“Far from the ones who abandoned you”

His mind started to spin, the room was dim and his inherited anger was no help. Nobody, not even his dad, would help with his feelings. In fact, they only made it worse. It didn’t help that he wasn’t allowed to display anger, be seen and not heard. The room was becoming darker and darker, before it could not be seen at all. His furniture was gone, and it was like he was in his own mind. The orange shapes around the room were only making it worse, they would move even if he wasn’t and were always out of reach. He wanted to scream, tell his dad off about keeping him so sheltered, even break something, but now there was no door. Unable to get out, and it’s not like anybody would be coming in.

“Chasing the love of those humans who made you feel wanted”

He thought about his distant memories, maybe they were dreams but nobody was there to confirm nor deny. A little girl, brown curly hair, just old enough to stand, walking towards him. He thought about who she was, had it already been 13 years? Does she know about him? Does she hate him? It wasn’t making his anger any better, the shapes multiplying. He sat with his head in his hands, covering all but his eyes as his fingers bent. Even worse, she stared at him, her blue eyes staring directly into his, when he shut his eyes and imagined her, the room was white. Just the two of them. In an instant, she was older. This hadn’t happened before. Thirteen now, she stared at him, she had round glasses and such a familiar face. She wore a long, dark blue dress and a white cardigan. Her hair was still brown and curly. She was angry, so angry. Is that why she was visiting him? Not many come to visit unless they’re so blinded with rage- he’s the only one who knows how to deal with it.

“You tried to be tough, but your armors just not good enough”

He had his old glasses on, broken still from his last bout of rage. A friend, his only friend, told him there wasn’t a point to wear his anymore and to get contacts but he was putting it off. Since he could remember, he couldn’t see out of his right eye- he was more insecure about it as a kid when it was still healing. She was walking towards him, a bit of a stomp to her step as she was so angry, and it seemed directed toward him. He opened his eyes in an instant, shocked, confused, and less angry. His furniture was back, the vanity, his bed, the picture of him and his father- it was all there. It was okay- for now. He couldn’t shake her gaze, she wasn’t there anymore, but she was so familiar. He took his glasses off, they were too similar and he couldn’t stand his own reflection to remind him of her.

“Atticus, dinner.” He heard his dad call, he always seemed annoyed lately. It wasn’t like when he was a kid- what changed?

“Got it dad, one second.” He wiped his face, had he been crying? That’s right, everything did change. God, it had been several years already, he’d be over it already you would think, but apparently not.

He walked out towards the hallway and down into the adjoining kitchen, tapping his finger across the wall as he walked and stared at the pictures he grew up seeing.

There it was, the reason for the mood, the abandonment that felt sudden and rocked the core of the entire house. His best friend's older brother, someone he had grown up with, someone he looked up to, and he just left. Hardly a word to him, no goodbye, and shook his father more than he had seen before. The other roommate of the house, basically his uncle, had pulled out a match that night and burned photos out of anger. How were they allowed to be upset but not him? Virgil had left him too, you know?

Song name: Shiny from Moana

WOOOOOO! First fanfic I’m ACTUALLY posting! Hoping this won’t be a kind of thing where jobs check your social media- I use a pen name so maybe it’ll be hidden haha. I like to write and I think this would be a nice prologue, an idea of what’s to come, and an introduction of a character and issue.

If you couldn’t tell, this character is a side who has a parent who is a side, so I’m going to explain how that works. It’s more of just they appear, if a new emotion happens, then it’ll just appear, and depending on what it is, it’s like a child to different sides. So, if a new side is needed, it’ll just appear out of thin air and be there. As this fanfic series goes on, I’ll explain it a bit more, I just don’t want to spoil all the plot twists.

Here, think of it like how Encanto has all those new doors when they’re old enough, when there’s a new side, a new door is there too. And depending on what it is, like how the twins are twins, it could be the “child” of a side. Nothing like the uhm, way. Can you tell I’m very sensitive to specific words I don’t want to say?

This is LIKE a human AU but not too- I’m so scared to actually post my first AU especially since I’ve seen so many AUs where one of the sides has a kid and they get judged HARD. I promise it won’t be like that. It’s more of a “oh look, a child has shown up, I’ll take care of it” thing because they know that if a new side is needed, it’ll happen. AHH PLS DONT JUDGE.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED LEAVE FEEDBACK PLS

(If you need more explaining about it, lmk)

[rainyraisin]

2023 YEAR IN REVIEW!!!

My artstyle changed a lot this year, especially after my shift from ibis paint to procreate after getting my iPad (drawing on an iPad is the BEST btw 100% recommend I love it way more than a phone and it didn’t die after a month like my old wacom 💀💀). I’m relatively happy with where my art is atm and I hope to continue to improve in 2024!

Explanation of all the silly art down below! (Mostly so I can tell y’all who the fanart is for but also cause I like rambling)

January: A drawing of my Rise Leo human design I did to test out a pixel brush I found for Ibis Paint. He’s very fun to draw hehe I need to draw him more-

February: I wanted to learn how to draw the future designs of Leo and Mikey along with CJ so I planned to draw them all together! I struggled with Leo though so I just got rid of him. Sorry Peepaw 😞😞💔💔💔

March: Fanart for @beannary ‘s TLP au! I love it so much so I had to draw smth for it hehe 😈😈💥💥💥 which reminds me I need to draw more at some point- might redraw it at some point cause I’m not super happy with how it turned out but I do like the idea a lot

April: The month I created Reticent! April’s Fools was the first episode I came up with so I drew a chapter poster! It ended up being very different to the chapter cover I drew a couple months later but it’s still cool :D Leo is being weirdly affectionate to Mikey though what the heck that isn’t like him smh. Although I guess it was meant to be purposefully exaggerated sooooo 🥰

May: Reticent Casey!!! I don’t have much to say it’s just Reticent Casey HDKSGXKSHD this wasnt a very good art month

June: Krangified Donnie is literally my favourite concept ever thats it that’s all I have to say dbskdbwkh I adore Krangified Donnie and if the Rise brainrot takes over the Reticent brainrot for a while then I will probably be drawing Krangified Donnie during that time sorry not sorry

July: Reticent Chapter 3’s cover yippee!!! Still my favourite Reticent cover although Chapter 8’s is a close second (I can’t wait to post it once it’s been betaread yippee!!!). The scribble over Leo’s eyes is literally just because I was struggling to draw his eyes and i was getting annoyed dbskdbskdb it’s actually a very common issue with him (common Ret!Leo L). Also Mikey being reflected in the mirror is a reference to Mirror Man by Jack Stauber which I’ve basically considered his theme song since @aaronymous999 introduced it to me ebwjcbkwhd thank you Mr. Aaronymous! Also somebody said he was in the barbie box and I still need to draw that to this day because Mikey would’ve killed to go see Barbie.

August: RET DONNIE WOOOOO he’s being bullied again!!! I drew that piece for a colour palette challenge request and realised I got the prompt wrong so I just made it into its own thing 💥💥💥 it’s usually a flickering light gif but I chose to just use the version with the light on for this post. The photos in the background were really fun to draw hehe either April’s or Mikey’s is my favourite.

September: MY 500 FOLLOWER DTIYS YIPPEE (/my 150 follower DTIYS for tumblr). This one took me. Forever to draw and I love it to pieces hehe it was really fun to design Mikey’s room and figure out outfits for the sillies and idk the concept of a sleepover just seemed really fun to me dbskbdkdb- and all the entries I got were so so awesome I loved them all to pieces!!! I still look at them all the time hehe

October: FANART OF @endlesslogo ‘S HUMAN RISE LEO DESIGN WOOOOOO!!! This was the piece I started rendering on hehe it was so much fun to draw!!!! Although I did have a fight with rendering the hair for over an hour svsjegksbdk HOW DO PEOPLE DO IT FR!!!

November: Me and my friends were working on a crossover between our TMNT iterations so I drew all of our Karai’s together!!! Confluence Karai is on the left, created by Salem and Marine, New Stars Karai is in the middle created by Starla, and Reticent Karai is on the right created by me! All our Karais have such cool designs AHHHHH literally dead over them constantly/pos

December: Most of December I spent drawing Christmas presents so this was my present for Salem!!! Confluence!Jonatello my beloved….

[metablood]

Oh no Shinsou !

(feel free to make this a comic strip) tw : mention of self harm, mention of domestic accident (nothing too bad)

Class 1A and 1B are enjoying a sunday afternoon outside. Sero and Mina made water baloons so everybody is changing for swimming suits.

Denki : woooooo, cool scars Shinsou, how did you get that ?

Shinsou arms are covered with short cut scars, matching the two others he has on his cheek and eyebrow. He also has some on his chest, tummy,neck.

Kirishima : Yooo that's so manly !

Mina *rushing to them, angryly whispering* : sssssssshut up both of you, it's not ok to ask about people scars ! Especially with guys like him !

Shinsou, hearing everything : hey what does that mean ?

Mina : eeemmmmm... nah nothing I just, I don't want to assume...

Shinsou : You know wearing black clothes and listening to goth music does not automatically mean you cut yourself right ?

Denki : There's also the make up !

Shinsou : What make up ?

Denki : the eye liner, or eye shadow, i don't know...

Shinsou : ...

Mina : ...

Denki: ...

Shinsou : So, first of all, these are all natural eyebags.

Mina : (thanks Denki I was too afraid too ask)

Kirishima : Impressive ! Your eyebags are so manly ! You are too tough to sleep !

Shinsou : And second of all, I got these scars because my mother cleaned the windows too well when I was 8.

Denki : how does...

Shinsou : I ran back home after playing outside, I was thirsty, and I thought the kitchen's glass door was open. It wasn't, it was just really, really clean. I had a total of 98 stitches.

Denki : This is nice how sometimes I'm not the one who did the most stupid thing !

Shinsou : See ? I'm here to support you, let's share the stupidity ! Now all the windows and mirrors at my parent's have stickers on it...

Koda : This is actually very useful for birds !

Shinsou : wtf this one can speak ?!

[ketho484]

Actor AU story part three! WOOOOOO!!!

Au belongs to @frillsand

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Chapter 3: Dinner with a new friend

Willow followed Wally back inside to watch him and his friends record the newest episode after Eric had to concede to Wally's 'Offer'. The others were surprised Wally asked for this, but they welcomed the change nonetheless. They loved entertaining kids, and this would be like early critique before the show even aired. Willow had a lot of fun too. She was really shy and very quiet, but she loved getting to know the cast. They each noticed something a bit odd, however. Like something didn't sit right. She was sweet and kind, sure, but the level of shyness she exhibited felt less like her being shy and more like her being afraid of them. It was odd to say the least, but when the rest of the cast asked her why she was scared or told her she didn't need to be scared, she'd turn away and deny it. Not Wally, though. He never asked anything like that. Unless she spoke to him, he observed the interactions Willow had with his friends quietly, making mental notes on her behavior so he could see if something was wrong at home with her.

The day went by a bit too quickly for everyone's liking. Before anyone knew it, shooting was over and the cast started heading home. Willow gave everyone a respectful farewell before going with Wally to get dropped off. On the way, they spoke to each other.

"So?" Wally started, making Willow look at him from the seat next to him "What did we learn about the cast today?"

"Uuhhhhh…" Willow started thinking "...Well, Franky isn't nearly as grumpy as we see on TV. He's easy to tick off, but he's overall really nice. Eddie is Franky's boyfriend, which I didn't realize either of them were gay. Julie does a little flap thing when she's excited, Poppy loves humming to help her stay calm, Barnaby is definitely not acting when he plays the funny guy, Howdy is vegan…What's vegan again?"

"It means you don't eat any meat or animal products" Wally clarified

"Right. A-Anyway, Sally is a lot sweeter than on camera, almost like a cool big sister" Willow continued "...And you have a really short temper with the production crew. I noticed how they treated your friends, but…" She stopped there

It was true, she saw how badly the puppets were treated in the studio. To say it was bad would be an understatement, to say the least. She saw Howdy get pushed off the stage, only being there because he was confused about his movement and tone for his personal recording as he was the least experienced in this field with Poppy being only slightly better due to her anxiety. Wally really lost his temper and started shouting at everyone. The only reason he stopped was because Willow had run off the stage. When Wally found her again, Howdy and Sally were trying to bring her out of a massive panic attack.

“...I take it your parents shout a lot?” Wally asked gently, Willow being pulled out of the memory and back to the real world

“Y-Yeah…They do…” She said, a bit startled from being pulled back into the conversation

“How often does it happen?”

“Every day…Sometimes it lasts all day and momma sends me out of the house so I don’t have to listen” Willow explained, rubbing her arm

Wally stopped at a red light and looked over at her, his expression immediately turning to one of worry when he saw the slightly raised sleeve…and what was underneath it. There was a large, hand shaped bruise  on her wrist, barely covered up by bandages. Wally could guess where it came from, but he needed to get all the facts first.

“…Willow. Look at me, please” Wally spoke gently as the little puppet looked up at her favorite star “I only get angry like that when someone mistreats my friends, and I only do that inside the studio because the people there are racist and…honestly a bunch of idiotic jerks. Your parents fighting like that is a sign that that house may not be safe for you…”

“I already know that…” Willow said as she looked down at her lap “…But my daddy made it clear that I’ll have nowhere else to go. He said I’ll die on the streets if I run away because he won’t come looking for me…So I gotta stay where I am…” Willow looked ready to cry when she finished her explanation

Wally looked ready to snap again as the light turned green. He went off course, driving away from the house as he took a breath and gently rubbed Willow’s back to soothe her. He soon pulled into a parking lot and stopped the car, making Willow look up curiously as she wiped her teary eyes. They weren’t at her house, but rather at a large restaurant painted orange and red with gray tiles for the roof. There was a large neon sign in the shape of a circle with little circles on the inside and a triangle missing from it.

“Um…Mister Darling?” Willow spoke up “Where are we? I thought I was just going home”

“Well, I saw that you hadn’t eaten anything at the studio, so I thought you might want something to have before you go home” Wally explained, though the real reason was that he thought this could keep her out of the house, and away from her toxic father, a while longer

“Bobolli’s…Pissa?” She read the sign and tilted her head “What’s that?”

“…Have you never had pizza before?” Wally asked, a little horrified as Willow shook her head “What do your parents let you eat?”

“Daddy makes me eat cold bread and milk for breakfast. Momma tries to give me granola bars and water sometimes, but she usually gets caught” Willow explained timidly

Wally had to take a few deep breaths to calm down before he got out of the car. He went around and got Willow out before taking her inside. The interior had a very rustic feeling with dark wood floors, marble counters, orange lights, black leather seats, and dark red tiles all over the walls. Many folks, both human and puppet, worked behind the counters to make pizza, but only one came out to greet Wally. This puppet was rather large in size, a human puppet roughly three fourths of Barnaby’s height. He had red hair on his head, pale orange felt skin, and a big bushy mustache. His body was rather rotund in size and he wore a typical Italian chef’s outfit. His green eyes sparkled warmly when he went over to Wally, a smile beaming underneath that mustache.

“Well, if it isn’t Wally, my best customer!” He spoke, a boisterous and deep voice speaking with a heavy Italian accent as he shook Wally’s hand

“Hey there, Ronny!” Wally greeted the chef fondly before letting go and turning to Willow “Willow, this is Ronald Babolli. He’s the owner of this restaurant. It’s honestly the best place I know of”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve seen this one before” Ronny said as he kneeled down to take a look at Willow, though she quickly hid behind Wally “Where did you find her, Wally?”

“She’s the daughter of the studio tailors” Wally explained calmly “I’m letting her come by the studio more often if she wants. She didn’t eat anything there, so I thought I’d treat this kid to dinner”

“Well, you brought her to the right place. Please have a seat. I’ll bring a surprise” Ronny smiled and ran behind the counter

Wally chuckled and took Willow to a nice, quiet booth in the back of the restaurant. Willow sat across from Wally as she looked around at everything warily. She had clearly never been to this area of the city before. It was kinda overwhelming for her, and Wally could clearly see that in her expression.

“So…What’s it like in the suburbs?” Wally asked, trying to relieve some of this little girl’s tension as one of the workers brought some drinks. Wally got a Diet Dr. Pepper and Willow got a Sprite

“Well…It’s usually really quiet” Willow answered “Other than my momma and daddy fighting. The people there are nice enough. Miss Fritters is my favorite. She’s this old human who lives down the street with her family. Her family is really nice, but Miss Fritters tells me stories and sometimes bakes cookies. She taught me how to make some of her recipes. Sometimes I can play with her grandkids, Billy and Bobbie, but they don’t think I’m very cool”

“Kids can be like that sometimes” Wally shrugged as he sipped on his soda “I had a friend like that. Frank was actually like that before I got him to open up”

“So he used to be as grumpy as he acts on the show?”

“Yeah. Honestly, though, if you know him for long enough, you learn quickly that he’s a sweetheart. The reason you saw it today was because he has a real soft spot for kids” Wally explained as Willow sipped her drink, a smile coming to his face when he saw her eyes light up.

“…Is this your favorite place?” Willow asked

“It’s my favorite place to eat, yes. Sometimes the cast and I come here for some good old fashioned friend time” Wally answered fondly

“…You’re really easy to talk to”

“Huh?” Wally perked up at the quiet words Willow spoke “I-I’m sorry, could you say that again?”

“Y…You’re really easy to talk to, mister darling. It’s like I’ve known you my whole life even though we met today…You’re really nice” She explained with a blush

Before Wally could answer, Ronny brought over a large pizza on a tray. It was covered with cheese and pepperoni with a big, stuffed crust that was only visible because Ronny had cut it up into some nice triangles. Willow looked really surprised as she gazed at the good smelling pie in front of her, making Wally chuckle a bit as they each got a plate.

“Looks as delicious as ever, Ronny” Wally said with a smile directed at the chef

“Yes, one of my finest pizzas” Ronny said with a smile as he turned to get back to work “Let me know if you need anything”

“Thanks, Ronny!” Wally beamed at Ronny as the chef left before grabbing a couple of slices, one for him and one for Willow “There you go, kid”

“…Y…You’re letting me have this?” She asked, immediately tensing up

“Of course. Why wouldn't I?” Wally asked before taking a bite of his pizza slice

“Well…Daddy says that if I eat three meals, I’ll be fat and useless”

“Well, daddy’s not here right now. You don’t have to eat all of the slice I gave you. Just one bite. If you decide you want more, I won’t stop you, okay?” Wally said as he gave Willow a smile

Willow was, understandably, hesitant. She’d never even seen something like this before. She was nervous. She poked at the slice a bit before picking it up. She inspected it from top to bottom, which made Wally giggle on the outside, though he could feel his heart break. How sheltered was this kid? How long had Eric and, clearly begrudgingly, Jessica, been keeping this poor little girl locked away and slaving over a sewing machine? It hurt to see such a sweet little girl look so scared over a simple food item…Willow soon took her first bite, and the way her eyes seemed to gain a new spark of life in them warmed Wally’s heart. The little puppet dove in, quickly gobbling up a slice and, after confirming that she could take more, ate more of the delicious pizza. By the time both of them were full, the entire pizza was gone.

Willow looked really sleepy, her eyes fluttering as she tried to stay awake with very little success. Wally chuckled and paid Ronny for the food before carrying her back to the car. She was completely limp as she was carried and placed into her seat. She jolted awake, at least awake to the point of being aware, when Wally’s car started. He pulled out of the parking lot and put on a classical CD that Frank let him borrow. When he stopped at a red light and Noticed Willow was half awake, he smiled and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“You can go ahead and get some sleep” He said quietly, his voice soothing to the little puppet’s ears “I’ll wake you up when we get to your house, okay?”

Willow gave him a nod and closed her eyes, drifting off pretty quickly. Wally sighed and turned his eyes back to the road. She was so precious. This little girl didn’t deserve to live in such circumstances. She didn’t deserve to be treated as a slave. Not only was it illegal, but it was  just morally wrong. This kid deserved to be free to play and grow like a real sapling. It pissed Wally off that Eric was keeping her from growing. He had to do something.

 After a while, the car stopped at the right address, and it made Wally uncomfortable. The house was stable, but it was greasy and clearly falling apart. There was a cracked window in the front that allowed him to see inside. Greasy walls, flickering lights, old furniture that was falling apart, loose wooden floorboards. That house was unsafe for more than one reason, but Wally took a breath and kept his composure. He woke Willow up and carried her to the door, giving it a gentle knock. Her mother, thankfully, came to answer the door. Jessica took Willow in her arms and thanked Wally for taking care of her. He simply smiled and passed her a note before leaving, giving Willow one last wave goodbye before he drove off

Jessica put Willow to bed, happy when she explained what he did for her. When Willow was fast asleep, Jessica unfolded the note and read it, smiling as she did.

‘I need to know what her father has been keeping from her’

[koiseas]

Fanfic for the 5 other Reinhardt x Ana shippers in the world, if nobody has my back I know they got my back 🙏 Anyways, the plot is Reinhardt attends the memorial for all of the fallen Overwatch heroes after the explosion and he's reminded of Ana, I finished this at 3:25am, WOOOOOO

The rain hits the window to the castle of Eichenwalde, Wilhelm Reinhardt was the only person inside the building. He'd been alone for years after the events of the base explosion, the only survivor of the original Overwatch team was him and the survivors' guilt was eating at him.

He stood in front of Balderichs armor, he watched as the armor was slowly being consumed by moss and all sorts of vegetation nature offered. He sighed and took a step closer.

"My friend.. It seems that all of this was my fault, I'm responsible for you.. my friends at Overwatch.. what is left?"

He sighed, looking down at himself, bandages wrapped around his arm and chest.

"There's a memorial service being held tomorrow, it's only right if I go.. right?"

He asked Balderich, silence filled the air but Reinhardt didn't hear it that way, he shook his head and stepped away

"I suppose you're right, it's the least I could do, if I couldn't have protected them, I can at least help them rest…"

Reinhardt kept his gaze on his bandages, though he felt something in his pocket. Slowly and painfully, he reached into his pocket, taking out an Overwatch medal. He looked into the reflection of it before he set it down onto the armrest of the seat, turning away from it and leaving his legacy there with it.

Soon enough, the memorial was held shortly after all the chaos, honoring the fallen heroes of Overwatch that once protected everyone. He stood outside as the rain crackled across the sky, unlike a few of the other people that were around to mourn the deaths, Reinhardt didn't have an umbrella. One of the graves stuck out to him, "Ana Amari" it read.

He closed his eyes and sighed, walking over to the grave as soon as the group disappeared, leaving Reinhardt and "Ana" alone. He got onto one knee, taking off the jacket he was using to cover himself from the rain.

"I know you don't like to get wet, Ana.."

He quietly spoke, setting the jacket over the grave, looking down at it.

"You won't have to worry about getting a cold like how you always told me"

Reinhardt sighed, a sad smile on his face as he continued to talk.

"You must be yelling at me now, aren't you? Telling me that I should be wearing that instead? I cannot just leave out here in the pouring rain."

He slowly got up, groaning in pain as he did so. He was damaged, the explosion from the base damaged him horribly. Though, he'd live, he just needed to relearn how to live once again, it'd be hard though consider he lost nearly everything that kept him "alive"

As Reinhardt finished up his "catch up" with Ana, he returned back to Eichenwalde, opening the gates as he walked inside, closing the gates with a loud bang behind him.

"Home.. It does not feel the same"

He shook his head, walking to the armor before he heard a shuffling noise, he breathed quickly as he looked around, feeling paranoid and unsure if he was hearing things or not.

"Who is there!?"

Reinhardt shouted, his voice booming through the castle walls. He grabbed onto his hammer, holding it in his arm as he shakily lifted it up, the weight of the hammer straining his arm.

As he began to walk around the castle, he dragged the hammer alongside him, looking around cautiously before he heard a noise, out of instinct he immediately swung, smashing a desk beside him as his breathing only fastened, starting to panic as his eyes darted around the room.

"Where are you!"

Eventually, Reinhardt had begun to walk around the castle, looking outside of the gates to let himself know that he was alone but to his surprise, around three bodies were outside of the castle, bags around their bodies full of different things from inside and around the castle, they were robbers.

He looked down at the bodies, looking at them with the limited light in his sight, noticing the rising and falling of the robbers chests.

A small sigh of relief came from Reinhardt as he felt a bit more at ease with these robbers who were just unconscious instead of dead. He gently set his hammer down, a yellow shine catching his attention as he crouched, looking at the shiny object that was pierced inside the stranger. He swiftly pricked it out, looking at the object before he recognized it as a dart, the liquid inside of it drained and injected into the strangers.

He thought for a moment, thinking of who would have this kind of technology, suddenly, his eyes widened in realization.

"Ana!"

Reinhardt shouted out, looking around outside for any signs of Ana. He had so much hope that she really was here, nobody else used this kind of dart besides her, he stepped around the bodies as he walked into the bridge, looking around for anything.

Upon the tower stood a familiar silhouette, a sniper in the figure's arm that reflected in the moonlight.

"Reinhardt.."

The figure spoke, it truly was Ana Amari. She slowly lowered the hood off her head, revealing herself as she looked down at Reinhardt before she turned away, swiftly jumping from the tower and disappearing into the shadows.

Reinhardt managed to spot the figure before it was too late, his eyes widening as the moonlight shines onto the figure. He soon fell to his knees, looking at the tower as he covered his face with his arm, quietly speaking to himself.

"You truly are.. watching my back.. aren't you, Ana..?"

[idioticsky]

Thank you for everything, mom..

First story for the welcome new campers au! Woooooo! (1,104 word count)

Tw: mentions of child abuse and cartoon violence

Summer is starting to end! It's getting a bit colder and nicer, the leaves are starting to turn orange, red and brown, and everyone at Whispering rock have gone home for the rest of the year... well, all except Sora-. He was hiding under the mess hall in a little hole he found, trying to keep himself from being seen and sent back. He didn't want to go back with his father, all the yelling.. demands.. abuse.. that wasn't home. It was far from it, and just the thought of going back there made him tear up and sob..

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Lili was starting to pack up her bags so she could go see her mom. She was excited to see her after the summer, and she had a whole ton of stories to tell her.

Once Lili finished packing it was time to take a sweep of the camp and make sure no kids where still there, wouldn't want another 15 angry calls from parents this year. So she started her rounds and marked them off on a clipboard once she made sure they were all clear. Once she got to the mess hall, she noticed something strange, there were candy and food wrappers around even though everything was cleaned about 10-20 minutes ago. Where did this come from? Then she noticed something else, a hole.

She knew someone had to be inside and went over to take a look. "Hey, are any trouble makers down here? If so you better get out before I cover this thing." Lili said, waiting for the kid to come out but soon after 5 minutes, there was nothing.

"Alright, I'll start filling the hole up then." Lili said as she started kicking in dirt, and just like magic, Sora came out with a backpack and puffy eyes.

Once he came out a wave of concern washed over Lili. Why and who would make Sora cry this hard, it looked like he just got back from a funeral.

"Hey.. hey, buddy.. what happened?.. Why were you down there crying?.." She asked while sitting on the floor next to him. Sora had told Lili about how he didn't have much of a connection with his father, but not too much. He kept most of it bottled up and away from everyone, but now the floodgates were starting to open before his eyes and before long, he spilled everything about his home situation to Lili through tears and sobs. Everything about his mother's death to what its like at the house now, it was like he couldn't stop even if he tried.

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It took a good 20 minutes to explain everything to her, and 5 more minutes to let everything sink in while Lili kept the boy close. This little emo has been through a lot and never let anyone know! And how could a husband and a father do that to his wife and kid?! What the hell was this man thinking?! No way Sora could go back to that!

Lili had to think of a way to save him and fast, for all they know Sora's father could be here to pick him up any moment now! What was she gonna do then? Worry about him till next summer (if he's even aloud to go by then)? I don't think so. Then it hit her, it was a strange plan for sure and she had to make sure he was ok with it but here goes.

"Hey Sora, how would you feel about me basically.. you know.. adopting you? It might take a while but you can stay with me while we work things out." Lili explained while keeping Sora in a close hug. He looked up at her with such hope and thankfulness his eyes as he quickly nodded and shoved his face into Lili's shoulder with so much force that it almost knocked her over. He was finally going to be free, he was going to be happy.

"Don't think you have enough time for that sweetheart." A man said, he was tall and thin with tan orange skin. He talked like he was western. He had dark long hair and beard and his eyes said something along the lines of "this man has killed before and would again if needed." He wore a suit that looked to be more than lili was paid (and she was paid a good amount). This man was Sora's father.

"I'll be taking the boy, I am his father after all." He said while snapping his fingers, causing Sora to stand up straight and stiff, like he was a soldier, then he quickly grabbed his bag and ran over to his dad. His hands were shaking as he looked back at Lili with fear, pleading with her to help him. To save him. Lili knew what had to be done.

"Good, now let's get home boy. We have a lot waiting for-" the man was cut off by a punch in the face. The man looked at who had just ruined his face with blood, and Lili looked right back at him with murder in her eyes as she hid Sora behind her.

"What was that about taking him?" She said while glaring the man down.

"Heh, this is gonna be fun.." The man then started to pull something out of his jacket, to which Lili stopped him with telekinesis

"Really wanna do that bud? We can get you in more trouble for having a gun in a summer camp then I'll ever get in trouble for beating the ever loving shit out of you." She said with a smile on her face.

"Oh I'm sure alright." The man said while glaring Lili down, to which she didn't give a shit while secretly starting to use is telekinesis on a log behind the man as he started to pull out the gun, ready to shoot Lili right between the eyes. But he was too slow, and before he knew it a log bashed him in the back of the head, throwing him into the lake, then Lili dragged him out and dropped him off at the nearest bus stop before throwing him on. After all of the, she let out a sigh of relief before immediately getting tackled down to the ground by a very very happy Sora.

"Woah!- what's with this?" Lili said.

"Thank you..-" Sora said while lifting up his head to meet Lili's eyes. "Thank you for everything.. mom.." He finished before laying his head back on his mom's chest, happy to be in her embrace forever more.

[eliyafreeman]

hi hi :3 ask game thingyzzz

💐 and ☕️!!

(btw cutest selfship ever! never forget gordon loves u very much!!)

Hiii !! Tysm for the reply !! <3 (tysm I'm tearing fr me and him love all of you,,, 🥺💗)

💐: How did you two meet?

I will make it short since the story is L O N G- (this seems long but trust me that's just a small portion of it all)

We basically met at Black Mesa, him keeping his crush on me a secret as well as I do. But he is so good in hiding his feelings and staying in character so I haven't seen a single sign of him interested in me, while him seeing my head down so my eyes won't meet his. I was depressed and suicidal too so... It is based off the me from the past months (I am finally cured !!). But he did approach me in a friendly-like way but keeping his tough stoical being at all times. Even while giving me short comforting hugs at sudden times... He was always concerned about my health and being. Until I was much comfortable around him to at least tell him my past until I moved to Miami and started my work as an Ecologist in Sector F Lambda Complex in Black Mesa (I must address that in my story I am 20 years old after I moved from Israel to Miami away from my family since I have family members there in the US). The true romantic spark has happened while in The Resonance Cascade, us fighting aliens and the US Military and saving the human race together. He started being open more about his romantic interest in me, while me trying to deny saying negative stuff about myself and reasons why he should look elsewhere for love. He obviously ignored my bad sayings and he cracked the code for me to be open to him romantically, and it was easier in this tough time. And our first kiss will maybe be me and him hiding somewhere in Xen to rest (maybe in a crystal cave or smth-), being exhausted and our HEV suits and faces covered in blood and alien substances... And he holds me in his arms... His love has cured me and he makes me happier than ever... In the end ? We were both hopelessly devoted to each other... And love at second sight actually.

(I SHOULD DRAW THE KISS SCENE HXKSIXHHCJXJZ,,,,)

(AND THEN WE GET MARRIED WOOOOOO 🥺💗 <December 13th 2022>)

I swear he is like a big bandage on my shattered heart I swear,,, 💗

☕: How do you comfort each other on a bad day?

We cuddle, cuddles and sweet whispers in each other's ears are the medicine...💗👉🏻👈🏻