#I DIDN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH I MISSED THESE TWO UNTIL I STARTED AN ART OF THEM

[aidaronan]

The years go by. The retail jobs that Steve thinks are temporary keep piling up, but he has no idea what else to do with his life so he just keeps on keeping on.

Until a large tree falls on the lawn of the little house he managed to buy and he gets the quote on removal and the number literally hurts his soul.

He buys a small chainsaw instead. Over the course of a few weeks, he gets most of the branches cut up. He collects some large rocks from down by the quarry and digs out a fire pit in his backyard. On his days off, his friends come over and they sit out back and have a few beers. The pile of wood dwindles. The giant trunk is another story though. His chainsaw isn't big enough for it. Burning it would take forever, and Steve's terrified he'd disappoint Smoky the Bear. He's at a loss.

Until he sees another giant trunk in someone's yard carved into a bear.

He knows what to do then. Not a bear, but something else. Through trial and error, the trunk becomes the rough shape of a woman, the remnants of the branches like a crown on her head. It's not as amazing as the bear he saw, but it's his. He finds he loves the smell of sawdust and the feeling of creating something.

Just like that, Steve realizes what he wants to do. It takes several months and a lot of yard sales, but he scrounges up the tools he needs to start woodworking. He learns to measure twice and cut once. He makes tables and chairs and carves them with art and designs that get better and better the more he learns. Shockingly, people actually buy his pieces.

Even more shocking comes the realization that he's making enough money to do it full time. He puts in his two weeks notice at Melvald's and hands in his assistant manager badge.

He's not sure he's happy, but he is content. It feels good to work hard and actually have things to show for it. It also feels good to work muscles he hasn't used since high school. He carries on for a few years like that, creating and learning and creating some more. Then Eddie Munson blows back into town. Invited back so Hawkins can have their most famous alumnus sing the national anthem at homecoming. Steve's honestly surprised he shows at all. "Can't believe you didn't tell them kiss your hairy ass," Steve says. Because of course Eddie ends up around his fire pit, sipping on Steve's cheap beer like he doesn't have three Grammy awards on his mantel. The years fall away with each drink, reminding Steve of just how much it had hurt when Eddie left. He'd wanted Eddie so bad back then, more than he'd ever wanted anyone. He can feel the echoes of that deep ache across time.

"Pfft. Don't you know all famous people wax our asses now? All the rage in LA." Eddie cuts a look at him and smirks when Steve rolls his eyes, grateful for the lighthearted moment to snap him out of his maudlin nostalgia. "Really though I thought about it, but then I thought it would be way funnier to donate a metric fuckton of money to Hawkins High with the stipulation that it go to the theater and band programs. Kind of bummed they couldn't honor my other request though."

"Which was?"

"My old Hellfire throne. I miss her, but apparently she's not around anymore. Something about water damage."

"Oh yeah. Water main busted a few years back and flooded the theater. I remember that." "Yeah. Had to settle for the promise they'd make a game lounge and stock it with all the supplies a budding young nerd needs."

"That's really nice, Eds."

Eddie shrugs. "I've been known to be nice on occasion. You'll come to homecoming, right? Moral support?"

Steve hasn't been to homecoming in years because he sees the other people who stayed in town all the time, and he has no interest in seeing the people who didn't. He can only answer the same questions so many times. Oh, I'm doing woodwork now. Yep, I still live right here. Nope, still not married, no kids.

He goes though, and he answers the uncomfortable questions. Because Eddie asked him to. Because no matter how long it's been, Steve can't deny that some part of him still...

He says goodbye after, and Eddie leaves again, and Steve tries not to think about that too much in the following days.

He's halfway into the project before he realizes what he's building. He'd seen Eddie's throne quite a few times back when. What he doesn't have memories of, he makes up. He adds his own touches too, making it a throne fit for a rock star, a nerd, a friend.

He carves ornate patterns, he creates scenes of dragons being beaten back by a man with a guitar, crowds of people that could be knights or concertgoers.

It's his favorite piece he's ever done, and his hands are shaking when he dials Eddie's number. He gets an answering machine and stumbles through a message.

"I made you something. I guess it's kind of silly, but it's here in Hawkins if you want it. Or I'm sure you can afford the shipping if you don't want to come. Just, I made you a chair. It's more of a... Well, you'll see. Unless you don't want to... It's Steve by the way." He hangs up before he can embarrass himself even more.

Eddie doesn't call him back. One day passes and then another. Steve tries not to let it get to him. He works on orders and new projects. He enjoys his little backyard oasis. He rents a few movies and thinks they're okay.

He's debarking some wood in his driveway when the rental car pulls up, Eddie stepping out in ripped jeans and an old Metallica tee. "Hi again, Stevie."

"Oh." Steve clears his throat. "The thing's in the garage. I'll..."

Eddie doesn't say anything for a long time, circling the throne, running his tattooed fingers over each little detail.

"You made this whole thing?"

"I did."

"For me?" Eddie looks at him then, one hand still touching the wood like he doesn't want to let go. Even under the harsh lights of the garage, his eyes are such a warm shade of brown that Steve forgets to breathe.

He nods. "For you."

"Why?"

There are a hundred answers Steve could give, but he spent so long not knowing who he was or who he wanted to be. Too long. "Because you'll always be the one that got away. Because some part of me will always want to make you smile no matter how long it's been."

Eddie falls into the throne like he just got the wind knocked out of him.

"You don't have to respond to that," Steve says. "You can just say thank you and take the chair."

"I can." Eddie blows out a breath. "But that would be incredibly stupid considering half my early ballads are about you."

"What?" Unfair. Steve doesn't have a chair to fall into.

"Oh sure, I changed the hes to shes for a while there because..." Eddie waves his hand. "But they're about you, Steve. God, I should've asked you out. I just thought..."

Hearing those words is a lot like seeing that carved bear all over again, something clicking into place that wasn't quite right before.

"Go out with me now then," Steve says. "Or stay in. I've got a frozen lasagna and I rented Contact."

"Steve Harrington? Asking Eddie 'the Freak' Munson on a date? Did hell freeze over?"

"Pfft." Steve takes a step closer toward what he wants most. "Hell froze over in 1986, Eddie. You were there."

Five months and a lot of long distance phone bills later, Steve opens Harrington Woodworking in Los Angeles. That same day, Eddie takes photos for Rolling Stone posing in an ornate throne in his living room. He tells the reporter exactly who made it and what he means. At concerts, he starts singing those ballads the way he always wanted to. More often than not, Steve stands in the wings singing along.

[sillyuin]

The ghost of you. (Part 1).

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Genre: angst.

Pairing: Mingyu x reader.

Warnings: Break up.

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You disappeared like a faint ghost.

Mingyu had started to forget you and that scared him.

Every day he woke up in the room where you used to share happy and sad moments. There was no longer the sound of your voice wishing him a good day, giving him a kiss before getting out of bed.

Your small office was empty, there were no longer any camera lenses on the shelf, memory cards on the desk, nor a bunch of candy wrappers in the trash, and the curtains were always closed.

He walked the same streets you used to walk together, hoping to see your back or catch the scent of the floral perfume he liked so much, but the days went by, and there wasn't a trace of you.

From time to time, Mingyu would sit on the couch with the phone in hand, his hesitant finger unable to press your name on the screen. He had already sent several messages, but none received a response, and none of his calls were answered.

One night he entered your office, opened the curtains and from there he saw the starry sky, the view was simply bright and majestic. "That's why you liked being here so much," he said to himself, taking a seat in the desk chair. "You had front row seats... And I never came to join you..."

Until now, he hadn't had the courage to check the desk drawers, and that night he decided to do it; you had taken almost everything except for a memory card at the bottom of the last drawer. With much curiosity and fear, he inserted it into his laptop to see what was inside.

As he went through the stored photos, Mingyu felt a mix of happiness and nostalgia that turned into a silent sob. The album was full of pictures of the two of you, from outings and parties, random sessions in gardens or inside the apartment. He found it hard to believe how distant those happy moments felt compared to the reality he was living now.

Setting the laptop aside, he lay down on the couch and rested his head where you used to sit. "I miss you," he closed his eyes, burying his face in one of the cushions. "Where have you gone?"

The sun was setting and the wind started to blow gently. You were heading home while thinking about what you were going to make for dinner, and without realizing it you took a different path. It wasn't a loss since it was a very pretty street with some interesting shops; however, there was a place you had paid little attention to until that day.

"There was an art exhibit, and I didn't know," you lamented to yourself. You were in the front door of a small gallery and outside it, there was a sign with information about the presentation. After reading everything, you glanced down at your wristwatch. "One hour remain… That’s enough for me."

There weren't many people left except for a few older gentlemen, and some students that probably were heading home from school. The place was spacious, with beautiful paintings exhibited on the walls. Some were well-crafted and others were quite simple, but all had their own charm. There were also a few sculptures, and you took the opportunity to photograph some that seemed quite creative to you.

You moved on to another room and there was a rather curious painting: three small canvases side by side, the background was white, and a red ribbon crossed them by the middle. You stood for a few seconds appreciating it in silence, then looked down at a plaque with some words.

"The Red Thread of Fate," you read softly, "...", but you couldn’t say the artist’s name.

"You know the legend, don't you?" said a voice from behind and as you slowly turned, he was staring there. After so much time avoiding him, Mingyu ended up finding you in the most unexpected way possible, or so you thought. "Hi, y/n," he pressed his lips together a bit and crossed his arms. "I hadn't seen you, have you been here long?"

"No, I just arrived," you turned to one side, trying to locate the exit. "But I was just leaving, so..."

"Wait!" His voice made you stop suddenly. "Sorry, do you have a few minutes?"

You didn't want to, you didn't feel like being there another second nor talking to him, but you took a step towards to face him, although your fidgety hands said otherwise. "What do you want?"

"I..." Mingyu sighed. "I just want to listen to you, that's all."

"Now you want to listen to me?"

"No, wait, I can explain..."

"Explain what?"

Your severe tone made him remain silent, as if he were afraid that by saying something, you would leave without turning around. The atmosphere was tense, very tense, and the fact that no one dared to peek into the room only made him even more nervous. Still, he made it to say something.

"Nothing I said that day was true," Mingyu confessed, his voice quite confidence. "I hurt you deeply, and I'm sorry for everything, you didn’t deserve that."

"You left me alone," you stammered. "You said horrible things and then left. Do you know how long I waited for you to come home?"

"I know it was a long time, I..."

"Until dawn," you interrupted, taking another step closer. "I ran away and took a bus at 3 am, because you never came."

"Honestly, I-I don't know what was going through..."

"Are you going to listen to me or not?"

Mingyu shrugged, tortured by all the words held at the tip of his tongue. He took a deep breath and nodded nervously.

"You left me alone," you repeated, your voice sounding fragile as if it might break at any moment. "I asked for your help many times, I told you I was very nervous about leaving my job, and when I decided to quit, you didn't support me."

"I was scared, okay? I was… Scared."

"I was the one who quit a stable job to pursue my dream of photography... But you were the one who was scared?" You looked away for a moment to calm yourself down, although that didn't help much. "I don't understand, what were you scared of!? Tell me!"

Mingyu was downcast, and after a few seconds of no responding, he murmured. "I thought you would go far away..."

" There are many jobs, but only one Kim Mingyu." As you said it, he raised his gaze to meet yours, thick tears were stuck at the corner of your eyes. "I wanted to live my dream by your side… And I still want to."

In the silence of the room, the only thing heard was Mingyu's faint voice apologizing repeatedly. Then you approached him and gently took his face in your hands, kissing his cheeks again and again despite the tears that ran down them.

You approached him and gently took his face in your hands, kissing his cheeks again and again. His tears were honest and very painful, almost as much as yours, but it didn't matter. All you wanted to do was hold him like you used to, before becoming a memory lost in the pictures.

[palskippah]

Hi!!

Here's two pages of sketchy drawings of Queen River and baby Bowser bonding I did for @raysbrainrot! I loved drawing it, thank you very much!!

(Here's my commission info btw!)

Also, here's a few points that I think are nice to say but didn't fit in the drawings :''v (I have so many thoughts of them hepl 🧍)

-Queen River tried to sew a bib for baby Bowser bc he was drooling everywhere and of course she could buy them the nicest bibs in the whole kingdom and all- but she wanted for it to be special. She knew that many koopa mothers usually made clothes (only when needed because koopas don't really use clothes but babies sometimes need them) or accessories for their koopalings, so she tried that too.

>Thing is, she's much bigger compared to her own baby, and she struggled a lot to sew Bowser's name on the tiny cloth, she used no more than five stitches for each letter and even then she didn't account for the space needed, so all she could put there was 'BOWS' with a crooked S.

>She was embarrassed as hell when Kamek asked what was it that had her so upset and she showed him the sewn bib while he looked at it and she covered her face in shame, he started to laugh- and then the drawing happened and that.

>Kamek started almost always dressing baby Bowser in that bib, and soon the nickname 'Bows' stuck for a while, until the queen died and from then on Kamek started calling him Bowser or 'little prince' or 'your *insert current emotion*-ness' solely, bc it was the queen who (without meaning to) gave Bowser the nickname, and it was like a reminder that she wasn't there anymore. With time, the nickname faded into forgetfulness, and no one ever called the koopa prince that anymore.

-Btw remember that baby Bowser had like they/them pronouns mostly bc they didn't have idea if the baby was boy or girl 🧍something about royal koopas idk

-When Kamek told Luigi of all he could remember of the queen and Bowser bonding, there was a very clear fondness in the way he remembered her, even after so many years (Bowser's like thirty-and-a-few years old, so it has been so long ago), and that's another part Luigi thought was very adorable, aside from the mom and baby.

-I imagine babies marvel at the fact that there's a very big being taking care of them, so imagine baby Bowser also thought so of the very big koopa that always was very sweet and congratulated him even when he didn't do anything and cuddled him very lovingly- and then one day she wasn't there anymore and it felt like he lost a part of himself (I can't remember when is it that babies realize their mom isn't a part of themselves?? But :''''v), even if the other being that took such good care of him (dada) was still there, he cried a lot because the main one (mama) wasn't there anymore and no matter how much they called her she didn't come to comfort them.

That's all pipipi :'v I love them

Addition!

-After Queen River's death her portraits and pictures had to be taken down in the whole castle (maybe except the one in Kamek's room, which he looked at very sadly-) because baby Bowser kept seeing them and getting excited and making grabby hands to the portraits to reach them, and then they'd get sad and would cry when the paintings obviously didn't reach back for them. Kammy and Kamek (with a big pain in their heart) had the paintings and any art representing the queen to be taken down, so the prince wouldn't see them. That's also why Bowser started forgetting about her very quickly, and then they didn't get sad nor missed their mom 👍 cries

[gothicxreylover]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗’𝖘 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊

Dazai was the winner from my last post so here you all go!

Sorry if this isn't up to expectations but I wanted to get this out quickly. Also happy birthday Dazai as much as I dislike you.

TW- Stalking

ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ

Dazai’s face was littered with tears and his cheeks glowed red. He stared down at the floor of the trashed art of his old muse. The cut-up pictures of Ango were scattered on the floor with pictures of Oda and himself.

He wiped his tears and picked up a picture of Oda off the ground. He looked at it with his blurry vision admiring Oda. He then picked up everything off the floor and started to throw the drawings and paintings away.

A couple of weeks after Oda's passing, Dazai was in his room trying to revive his hobby of painting. He sighed angrily at his creation which was not satisfying to his eyes. Out of rage, he threw the canvas to the ground which knocked down his paints. “Oh great! Just my day!” He sarcastically said as he grabbed his coat to go out to town and buy paints.

As he walked down the rainy streets and into the art store something caught his eye. A bit interested he started to follow the strange entity that caught his attention. To his surprise, it was you, a basic human trying to live their life. How strange that his interest was peeked at a basic low-life human.

Was it because of your pure beauty, He stared at you getting a closer look at your flaws. Many of them caught his eyes but yet you looked like a Rococo-style painting. How your skin was just a huge completion to your whole body. He scaredly walked away and went to buy what he needed. He couldn’t get you out of his head yet these feelings were just utterly strange and unsettling to him.

The walk back to his house was silent only the memories of you playing in his mind.

The next couple of weeks were just complete dreams of you and paintings filled with your presence. He didn’t get to see a glimpse of your face, oh how he wished to see you’re face but he’ll never see you again in a big town like this. He wouldn’t call it an obsession but a great admiration for you just like Oda.

Would you fill the hole in his heart? The whole that was created of his friend's death? Would you make his life worth living as to what had Oda done to him?

He took a walk downtown trying to clear his mind with the rain that splashed the ground. He soon saw you again. It couldn’t be you. It was a figment of his imagination. But even if it was he would still follow. He followed where you were going making sure no one saw him. He didn’t notice that his speed was going faster and faster until he bumped into you.

“I-I uh…I’m sorry” He muttered picking up what you had dropped. He picked up your small journal gazing at the small sketch of a cat. He stood up giving you the journal as he gazed at the floor. “It’s no problem,” You said as your lips turned into a soft smile. He shyly looked up and got to see your face. A face created by the gods themselves. He didn’t know how to continue this conversation as to being embarrassed.

You thanked him again and you started to make your way back to your walk. “Wait! Would you like to come over to my house? I took notice that you have a hobby of drawing.” He said not realizing how a bit strange he was, to his surprise you agreed with him.

(I'm just going to time-jump, this story is just a whole Yap)

After a couple of months of your friendship, you two grew closer than before. Dazai was still in strange behavior as his drawings and paintings were just you. To his surprise, you didn't mind being his muse and even posed a few paintings for him and dressed up. He didn't know how to comfort these strange feelings that warmed his heart.

“Belladonna…” Dazai muttered as he painted the canvas in front of him. “Oh how I can’t get rid of you out of my mind,” He said to himself carefully making sure your perfection wasn’t missed.

“One day I'll tell you these strong desires to be with you. But yet it seems that faith would have to bring us back again…like before

[withered--s0uls]

OKAY, I think I'm done for now.

@electrozeistyking and I a little while ago talked about how GD!N would react to DAS!Cyn. They went on about in a reblog but basically he would be extremely happy bc DAS!Cyn is a separate entity to the Absolute Solver, therefore meaning she's not the one behind everything.

So at first they probably both would be extremely happy. DAS!Cyn in her own AU upon meeting N first is absolutely terrified that he might hate her after everything the AS made her do. So the fact GD!N would react very positively to her presence would be a huge a relief to her.

Now, the issue is that the "Dormant" in "Dormant" Absolute Solver is in quotations for a reason. It simply lost interest in her as a main host / had no need for her anymore. It still has admin rights over DAS!Cyn and she still has a Solver Form. Though she doesn't use it by choice bc of PTSD triggers (until possibly a specific point in Ep7 but I'm waiting for ep8 to decide).

So yeah I think that would make both GD!N and DAS!Cyn kinda anxious to put it lightly.

(More Art and stuff under cut because this crossover has been living RENT FREE IN MY HEAD)

Also fun fact

@electrozeistyking has mentioned and shown Beanie finding comfort in the sound of her fathers core.

Well funny story.

DAS!Cyn always was comforted by her brothers core back at the manor, when they first reuite at the start of Ep6 and she sees DAS!Uzi summon her Solver wings and tail, her instinct is pressing closer to DAS!Ns chest for comfort. Her memories of the Solver features are very very blurry, but she is triggered by seeing them regardless.

I thought It was cute the girls have that in common, so I decided to draw them and GD!N sleeping with the girls having their heads close to his core :3

OKAY FINALLY WE GET TO THE DOODLE PAGE

I didn't feel like fully making these so they're sketchy doodles :"

The first two are based on Zeisty saying GD!N would probably pick DAS!Cyn up and spin her around. Also you probably noticed between this doodle, the first drawing & the Tiny!N & DAS crossover post, but DAS!Cyn displays flowers on her visor to emote happiness!

The 3rd and 4th are just random interactions between the kiddos lol. I feel like Beanie probably would be happy to have another Auntie, not to mention one closer to her age so they can do silly kid stuff together. DAS!Cyn... oh boy

She would feel a whole range of emotions; grief about missing so much of her brothers life (like he has a kid ffs), guilt and self blame after finding out what happened to Uzi (she blames herself for everything the AS caused, even tho she never agreed to it) which might end up in a "slight" breakdown, anger at the AS for causing GD!N that kind of pain and eventually once she processed all those emotions she probably would be excited to get to know Beanie. Like!! Imagine finding out you have a little Niece!!

She probably would struggle to easily keep up with Beanie bc she still has motor issues like in canonverse so she's a little slower, so it'd be mostly her trying not to fall over her own feet whilst being dragged around by an excited toddler who probably even with child lock is stronger than her lmao.

Also I drew DAS!Cyn in an alternate outfit bc I wanted to actually kinda show the oil reserve canister,,,

Ok wanting to respond to the hashtags specifically bc :)) yay

Also ig this is some DAS lore fact drops lol

Yeah, DAS!Cyn kinda didn't take it well either when she first realized the AS technically can still take over if it really wanted to after she transferred bodies in an attempt to escape. Imagine getting your core nearly crushed in an attempt to flee from robo satan just to find out entity STILL can use you for their bidding. Like!!! Damn that's not fair the kid nearly fucking died trying to break free!!!

DAS!Cyn definitely would want to spare Beanie the horrors too. DAS!Cyn herself is mentally like 7-10/11 at best 6-9 at worst -- despite kids usually just saying whatever comes to mind, she repressed most AS related stuff for a reason, she definitely wouldn't share what she knows with her newfound niece

I feel things would be either super great and happy or super traumatizing depending on when in the timeline we throw DAS!Cyn at them. If she's there during ep 6-7? Oh boy. Oh no. DAS!Cyn & DAS!N have an exchange during Ep7 that would not go over so well if it was GD!N in DAS!Ns place, because it would be awfully similar to GD!Uzis death -- she doesn't die, because DAS!N can't get himself to shoot with her being so close to the AS, despite her literally shouting at him to do it and that she won't be angry, that'll be fine. -- yeah I don't think GD!N would handle that well 😭 Zeisty feel free to get the angst train rolling if you wanna add your two cents on how that'd go over -- any point before that? Probably fine. Post S1? I'd imagine also fine depending on what Ep8 throws at us (except like... look at ideas list for more info*)

I'll assume that'd be Beanie reacting to seeing DAS!Cyn having the Solver tail and possibly the glitching Solver symbol in her visor. Yeah she definitely would try to play it off and go try and hide somewhere until she can get it under control again. High stress or negative emotions causes her Solver to act up (unrelated to the AS, just her own Solver form without the entity controlling anything!!) So what I said above to her reaction to the news of GD!Uzi being dead? And possibly finding out the reason why? Yeah that might trigger her tail and wings to pop out and her to basically be reduced to a hyperventilating ball on the floor because of proceeding to blame herself for all of GD!Ns suffering due to thinking the AS actions & it being a danger are her fault

Other things I kinda wanted to doodle but didn't for now, might do at a later point;

Cyn still has a Solver Core, which is the same as a DD core (except smaller lol). So I was playing with the idea of Beanie noticing that her core sounds different from GD!Ns due to hers being severely damaged and actively leaking after the AS attempted to crush it during the body transfer. DAS!Cyn then trying to play it off

Some kind of acknowledgement of the Oil reserve canister on DAS!Cyns back, it was made by Tessa before the AS did the medurder and stuff. It's supposed to help keep the Solver in check by preventing overheating, hence why its directly connected to her chest where her core is

There was something else but it slipped my mind

Smth I'm not gonna say publicly for now until Zeisty posts something about it and/or eventually posts the chapters bc I don't want to spoil esp not bc it isn't my place to :" (if you're curious, Zeisty, lmk I can tell you in VC or DMs lol) but it partly would possibly be related to the 1st idea listed

* I have an idea for what happens to Cyns original body (the one the AS uses & that wears Tessa) post Ep8 IF Ep8 let's me do it that is. I think it could be fun to crossover that idea bc of GD!Ns ghost sight.... tho it definitely also would be fucking stressful and trauma inducing bc Solver stuff sooo yeah rip (again, if you want I could elaborate in vc or DMs on this bc I want to first wait and see what the season finale brings before I do anything "official" with this)

GD!N reacting to the information that DAS!Cyn canonly shot "Tessas" gun at the AS (well technically at its tentacles. Point being that kid fired a gun/knows how to use one) -- which again could be very interesting if we were to toss them into the same Ep7 bc that's when she does it

Possibly GD!N finding out ab the scars/cracks surrounding DAS!Cyns core bc,,, yeah

Anyways uuuhh heightbsheet bc I'm 99% sure I drew stuff inaccurate

These were actually so fun to draw and think & talk about. I'll post the GD x IC crossover once I'm done with that (yes, yes there is more than what you already saw Zeisty. Not much more but more nonetheless)

[arthropodrespecter]

2013 vs 2024

tbh, this is incredibly difficult for me. as a trans woman, there are certain expectations for posts like these. some gruff but sad looking man who was transformed into a happy beautiful girl via hormones. so you might think that nothing has changed. or perhaps i have gone backwards, gotten hairier, bigger, becoming even more of a man than i started off as.

this might be hard to read, so i'll put the rest under a read more. CW for homelessness, starvation, transmisogyny, and probably a few things i'm missing.

my transition has been messy. in some ways, you might say that i spent the first 25 years of my life transitioning. as a child i was efemminate, loved to play dress up and dolls, but my father was so against this that he filed a lawsuit against my mother, getting a court order forbidding her from "forcing me to crossdress." this set the tone for the rest of my childhood, which is a story i will not get into here because it is much worse than the story i'm trying to tell.

growing up in a christian fundamentalist home meant that it wasn't until much later, after my mother gained custody and i had gone on to experience even further ruination of my life, that i even learned that trans people exist. that this was a thing you could do, could be. a brief flash, something hiding behind my eyes, and i had locked it away. of course i wasn't trans. i was an athlete, a martial artist, a musician, why would i need to think about gender?

when i was 16, i joined tumblr. i saw a blooming transgender community, got to see the inner thoughts and conversations that trans people were having, couldn't avoid certain things any longer. i started to identify as nonbinary, eventually even coming out to my mother, who certainly TRIED to be supportive. it was exciting, made my heart race a little, made me scared. i had no idea what i was doing, or how my world was about to turn upside down and inside out.

the summer i turned 18, i was severely injured in a martial arts tournament. my right knee had caved in, the bone at the site of the joint crushed by a man i had thought was my friend. i didn't realize what had happened, and so didn't go to a doctor until two weeks later, at which point the damage was considered irreversible. everything i was disappeared. i lost all will to live. i stopped drawing, stopped playing music. i started drinking heavily. my family knew i was struggling but any efforts to fix the situation just made it worse. my mother and older brother had been putting more and more pressure on me to get a job and get out of the house, even though i could barely walk. my older brother told me that my mother was going to kick me out if i couldn't start contibuting. i still couldn't. i became homeless for the first time at the age of 19.

when you're homeless, it's like every single day is drawn out into countless hours, and you either have nothing to do, or far too much to do, and nothing in between. i had an online partner at the time, someone who turned out to be a chaser targeting suspiciously egg shaped men and nonbinary people, who spent the entire time getting more and more frustrated that i didn't have the time to be a fucktoy. i ended up insitutionalized for a month, after which i was kicked to the curb and left with nothing but a backpack and the clothes on my back. any journey of self discovery i may have been having was on hold until i wasn't fighting for survival.

my rescue came from a nonbinary lesbian who reached out to me. i was offered a room, a place to stay for no cost. they helped me break up with my partner. i found myself in a new sort of situationship, but at a confusing cost. why was this lesbian interested in me? was that even okay? eventually we had a conversation. they revealed to me that they had thought i was a trans woman. the fact that i had been seen as a woman hit me like a truck in a blindzone i didn't know i had.

after a difficult few days of arguing with myself, i couldn't hide from it. i was a woman. maybe i had always been a woman. a thought more terrifying than it had any right to be.

i grew my hair out. i started shaving. after a few months, i was even able to book my first HRT appointment (thank you state of washington trans healthcare laws). i came out to my mother a second time, and her reaction was much different this time. maybe due to the distance that had grown between us, the past hostility that left scars still bleeding, but i suspect it was because telling her that her firstborn son was actually a woman was much scarier to her than telling her that i didn't really care about gender.

this photo is from the day that i had my first HRT appointment. my soft chin, once a weakness, could be bared proudly, the ambiguity in my face becoming something that i cherished.

a year later, i had the longest hair of my life. if i shaved and wore makeup, and dressed right, i could get gendered correctly so long as i didn't speak. in that regard, i was truly getting the full experience of womanhood. my relationship with my partner was going strong. i thought that i had found my forever.

things got messy. you will probably hear me say this again. you won't find many better ways to describe my life, other than messy. my partner had always been polyamorous, but i was not, and had not ever pretended that this was not the case. so when one of my partners friends confessed her love to them, they went into panic mode. suddenly they were pushing everyone away, reverting to old bad habits and anxieties, and our relationship began to fall apart.

the friend, we'll call her A, pretended to move on, started dating someone else. my own friendship with A was strained by the situation, and her new partner, a butch lesbian named rowan, seemed to be suffering for it. i realized that the only way our relationships could survive was if we tried to work out an agreement to polyamory. in the end that wasn't enough, but i was desperate. i was starting to see the cracks, realizing that if this fell apart, i would be homeless again. my leg injury had already been so badly worsened from my first experience with homelessness, i knew that going through it again would be the end of me.

since my partner and A were now seeing each other, i began to get ignored. the only time either of them spent talking to me was talking about each other, either joyous or trying to fix some new problem. at this point, i started getting to know rowan. we had a lot in common, i had never talked to a butch before, let alone known one, and seeing the way that they navigated gender made me jealous. i didn't know why.

more and more, rowan and i were separated from the broader relationship, and as we talked more, something developed. i had already felt it the first time we spoke, on some level, but it had grown and grown, from respect, to admiration, to desire and love. we were in a polyamorous relationship after all, so it made sense to me. but shortly after, when i told my partner what i was feeling, they freaked out. this wasn't the agreement, they had only agreed to them being able to date other people, didn't think that it would need to be specified because i wasn't polyamorous.

the entire relationship falls apart and we go back to being two separate couples, and the end of that came swiftly after. they cheated on me with A, and when i found out, that was it. my now ex partner told me that i could stay at the apartment until the lease ran out, and they would move back in with their parents. they took all the furniture, i was left with an ancient computer, a blanket, some clothes, and two pillows. my depression came back with a vengeance, and i stopped eating. by the time the lease ran out, i had lost a dangerous amount of weight. i became homeless for the second time at age 22.

this time, after only six months, i found a thin sliver of hope. i was given a place to stay. a single-wide trailer that i would share with three other trans women and a hairy nonbinary lesbian. you've probably heard the stories of similar situations. it's impossible to have healthy boundaries in a space the size of a can of sardines. or healthy anything really. i got involved in an incredibly toxic relationship with one of the other trans women, who i found out was dating nearly a dozen other people.

the only thing i could do was try to feel wanted. desired. i began experimenting with my image.

i re-established contact with rowan, but there was so much there that i couldn't bring myself to face yet. as i began to experiment with more masculine presentation, those around me took a greater interest in me. i was an object of desire. it was the most worth i had felt i ever had.

i wasn't eating again. so my weight kept dropping. in the three-odd years since my first encounter with homelessness, i had lost 30% of my entire bodyweight. this only made my physical issues get worse and worse.

i wasn't done with experimentation though. what could i do with this newfound territory?

the time came. i couldn't stay anymore. the relationship had fallen apart, and my connection to the household had been sent away in exile. the irony of this is not lost on me. i was lucky enough to be able to couch surf for a few months this time.

i lost weight again.

and again.

my knee got worse and worse. my iliotibial band tore. my birthday came and went, nobody celebrated except for rowan, now my only friend.

a week after my birthday, a lesbian couple contacted me. told me that they had a spare bedroom, and that if i could cover the costs of my own food, could stay for as long as i liked.

i started HRT again. rowan and i had managed to work through all the shit and scum of our past and started a relationship anew. it felt like this could be real.

i started to look a lot like my mom. kind of uncomfortably like my mom. rowan was butch, so i had thought i should be a femme. i didn't understand what that meant, but whatever it was i attempted, it wavered dramatically.

i began to switch, every month or so, between masculine and feminine presentation. my chest had grown enough that it was visible now, and i experienced an equal amount of joy and fear when i was gendered correctly in public, having learned to fear people finding out that i was a trans woman.

the weight didn't come back. it was like my body had burned itself so far down that it could not regrow. i had no energy, and my physical condition continued to deteriorate. but i was allowed to be myself. and i was in love with a butch. maybe that would be enough.

i began to develop a fashion sense of my own. the butch label was starting to appeal to me. and my roommates seemed to agree, since they both shifted towards butchness and masculinity alongside me. but it wasn't to last. one of my roommates, a TME lesbian i'm gonna call M, suddenly went off on a transmisogynistic rant to me. M's partner was a trans woman, and hearing this caused me to suddenly re-evaluate everything. did this happen because M viewed me as more masculine now, a more acceptable target? would this happen to G, M's partner?

i hardcore shifted gears back to feminine presentation. it felt safer. i stopped eating again. things weren't okay, but they were bearable this way. but then, one day, we got locked out of our apartment. a stupid, played out thing that happens to everyone at least once. while my roommate G went to see if the apartment manager was in with a spare key, i attempted to climb our balcony and get in through the unlocked back door. when i was up on the railing of our balcony, it gave way, and i fell to the asphalt below, breaking my back. following a trend that i set half a decade ago, i didn't realize it had happened. my back hurt, but i thought it would go away. it did, replaced by a vast numbness through the middle of my back. i began to collapse any time i tried to exhert myself physically at all. i would only find out why years later. the fact that i couldn't contribute to chores anymore, and nobody knew why, made the situation with M deteriorate much faster.

at my lowest point in years. my relationship with rowan was the only thing that kept me from giving up, but after the third time M decided to spew vileness at me i just spent months locked away in my room, terrified that any time i saw M was going to be another lecture about how i was disrespectful, loud, obtrusive, intimidating, too quiet, too lazy, whatever incoherent train of thought i would have to face next.

it was too much to handle in combination with the events of 2020, the lockdowns, the illness, the forest fires, things ended up coming to a head. at age 25, i became homeless for the third time, during the pandemic and a wildfire that filled the air with plastic fumes so thick you couldn't see ten feet in front of you.

i got in contact with my mother and had her take my cat, because i knew i couldn't take care of her like this. that was the last time i saw my cat in person before she died. rowan was frantically trying anything and everything possible to help me. i thought that this might be the end.

three and a half years ago today i got the best news of my life. there was a way out. it would be a long and tricky road, involving moving my whole life to a new country. but we could do it. not only could we do it, but we actually did it. in a months time, i was in rowan's arms. for the first time in our years of knowing each other, there was nothing keeping us apart any longer.

i was finally able to rest. able to eat. i started to regain weight for the first time in nearly a decade. i felt my energy come back, slowly at first, and then more and more until i was capable of functioning, even if at a low level. it's around then that i find out the truth of what happened to my back. it still hasn't properly healed.

in my gratefullness for life and love, i briefly forgot my identity crisis. i was happy to just exist without fear and pain. it wasn't until about a year ago, when a miracle occurred, that this changed.

i woke up one morning, feeling more energetic than usual. i think to myself, maybe i can do some light exercise, for old times sake.

my knee doesn't hurt.

my knee doesn't hurt.

MY KNEE DOESN'T HURT.

a wound that i thought would dictate my life forever, given actual time to rest and food to fuel the process, had healed. everything that i had ever given up on came rushing back into my head, ideas about who i could be, what i could become, what other injuries i might be able to recover from if i treat them right and rebuild myself. ten months ago i began to work out consistently. my back is slowly healing. i am stronger than i ever was before.

i have had to rebuild myself so many times. did i ever discover the secret of butchness in the process? no, that's something that i think will take the rest of my life. for now, my butchness is an enduring pillar, the only part of myself that never fully burnt away. standing up for myself, being my own person, loving another butch, refusing to lose the kindness i so desperately clung to my whole life, refusing to limit myself and my dreams, this is who i am. i am friends with other butches. i am not alone anymore. for now, this is butch. this is me.

[blacklegsanjiii]

Hc about the Twins!0&3ji au

Robin has probably seen the siblings plenty of times, but, somehow she never conected that the cook of the crew was the polite girl that walked around Baroque Works and seemed to be one of Crocodile daughters (much to her surprise). Sanji also never noticed because Robin always had a hat on and was called "Miss All Sunday" by everyone.

She only notices this the day after Sanji telled she was one of the adopted kids of five Warlords. When herself, Sanji and Nami are sunbathing and the three boyfriends of the blonde and the redhead are around the deck, Robin is looking at Sanji and something just clicks, making her laugh and say "So, it was you, right?" at Sanji, making the blonde look at her confused and the other pay attention.

"What do you mean?" Sanji asks, "You and your siblings used to stay at Baroque Works sometimes, right? I was Miss All Sunday" Robin answers, making Sanji gasp and laugh, the same thing clicking in her own head. Much to the other four people around confusion.

"What are you two talking about?" Nami asks, looking both her girlfriend and the dark haired girl, "Well, I just noticed I already knew Sanji for 11 years" Robin says with a chuckle, making the others excetp the blonde ask WHAT?!

Then, she starts to tell. The times were she would just see them from afar, the times were the redhead (who she now knows is Ichiji) would go at her office to ask about history, the times were Sanji or the pink haired girl would help her with books, when one of them would ask something if she wasn't busy. Sanji is smiling remembering, and Luffy, Usopp, Zoro and Nami can't help but find it really cute.

After talking, Robin makes a comment about how cute Sanji and her siblings were. And also about how much the blonde and Reiju looked alike in appearence, except from the hair.

I love this so much. I do but I feel like Sanji would recognize Robin because I headcanon Sanji has Over Sensitive Observation Haki and just being raised by who she was she learned to identify everyone. So while Robin doesn't recognize her and it has been years from Sanji staying at Baroque Works because she moved to Baratie to work. Sanji never brought it up because hiding parentage and she figured she and Robin would catch up on eventually.

They didn't until after the time skip when the crew finds out who her parents are. She also has a foul mouth and is a true pirate now so Robin in her head is going 'blonde child + crocodile is one of her dads + siblings = Sanji was the smaller twin from Baroque Works' and Robin looks at her, because the three of them are in lounge chairs sunbathing with drinks Sanji had made. Sanji looks at Robin with cocked eyebrow as Robin is giggling to herself.

"Something funny, Robin?" Sanji asks.

"I just remembered you were the blonde child who would wander around Baroque Works. I can't believe I didn't make the connection until now." Robin laughs lightly with a big smile. Sanji just loses it.

"Huh? What's going on?" Nami asks, looking between them as the boys start keying into the conversation.

"I've just realized I've known Sanji for years." Robin answers. "You were so small back then. Your redhaired brother would often come find me for history books whenever he was in Alabasta."

"Ichiji was always fascinated with history, though I do suspect it had more to do with military tactics than interest in culture." Sanji nods. "Niji, the blue one, was the one who was interested in martial arts specifically and Yonji, the green one, was the one who made science based cooking, not in a nutritional sense but I think he would have done well with a chemistry set but I understand why he didn't have one." Sanji grins.

"Hold on, you know Sanji's siblings?" Zoro asks.

"Yes, well, being the adopted children of Sir Crocodile, my former boss, they would be in Alabasta from time to time. All of them were rather cute and adorable in their own senses." Robin says. "Sanji was almost the same size as her brothers, Bentham often enjoyed dressing her and Reiju up."

"Bentham?" Luffy asks.

"Bon Clay." Sanji and Robin answer in sync.

"What size was that?" Usopp asks with worry.

"Oh, you two were ten and your brothers were five? Maybe a little older?" Robin questions.

"FIVE?" Usopp yells drawing the other Strawhats out as Sanji looks at Robin with slight betrayal.

"Five what? Why is Usopp-bro yelling?" Franky asks.

"She knew Sanji when she was a kid! And Sanji was almost the size of her brothers who are five years younger!" Usopp yells. Jimbei starts laughing, full bellied and loud as everyone looks at him.

"She was rather small, used to fit in the palm of Doflamingo's hand. I believe Hancock has a photo somewhere of Mihawk threatening him while he has all five of the kids on him." Jimbei nods.

"Mmn, you and Reiju look very similar, almost identical if it weren't for the hair." Robin says.

"And the eyebrows." Sanji hums.

"There's family photos?" Zoro grins at Jimbei and Sanji.

"Absolutely not." Sanji snipes.

"A lot of family photos." JImbei grins back.

"You're both dead to me." Sanji gripes as Zoro grabs Sanji and throws her over his shoulder. "Hey!"

"You worried Usopp, so now we're going to go calm him down." Zoro responds as he grabs one of Usopp's hands to pull him.

"I'm coming too!" Nami yells as she gets up. "I was worried too." She pouts at Sanji who looks shocked and apologetic.

"I was ten!" Sanji defends herself. "Put me down!" She yells at Zoro.

"Luffy, we're going to cuddle, do you want to come?" Zoro yells at the captain as he starts heading to their room. Sanji is trying to get free but Zoro just holds her tighter.

"Huh? Yeah! Cuddle puddle!" Luffy cheers as he follows them.

[hiddencityhijinksau]

I'm totally gonna create art for this - already have - but in the meantime I should probably explain this concept lol.

So basically, in one way or another, the turtles each stumble upon the Hidden City at around age 8 to 10, and decide to keep it a secret from their bros >:3

Leo is the first one, technically, when he goes out to explore NYC when he's eight, and discovers Run of the Mill Pizza, because I'm obsessed with the Uncle Hueso idea, but he doesn't go to the actual city until much later, though he knows of it's existence.

I actually kinda started writing this starting bit? It's totally unedited and missing bits but whatever, I'll include it under the cut.

Leo peered up at the manhole cover from the bottom of the ladder, imagining what he would see if he climbed up and lifted it. The young turtle mutant didn't get long to think about it, hearing his brothers call for him.

"I'm coming!" The 8 year old ran to catch up with his family, sending one last considering look at the rungs of the ladder.

Later that night, after his brothers were asleep and his father was dozing in front of the TV, the red-eared slider crept out of bed, utilizing all the stealth skills he'd learned from the lessons Splinter thought he hadn't been paying attention to. Once safely out of the Lair, Leo practically sprinted down the route to the manhole cover he'd spotted earlier. There were entrances closer to the Lair, of course, but this way, if he got caught sneaking back in he could say he was just wandering around the sewers.

Reaching the top of the ladder, the slider paused for a moment, savoring the adrenaline of what he was about to do. Splinter never even let them explore the sewers without him, nevermind letting Leo venture out on his own. And now he was about to go Topside!

Shoving at the metal disc with all his strength, Leo cautiously poked his head out, eyes wide to take it all in. Of course, this wasn't his first time on the surface – Splinter had taken all the boys with him once or twice for scavenging trips, especially when they were younger. But now, Leo was here on his own! This was so exciting!!

The slider climbed out of the manhole, tugging the cover almost back into place, but leaving a small gap so he could get in later, as he wasn't sure how to lift it from the top side.

Bouncing in place, Leo looked around the alley he'd surfaced in with a wide grin, wondering what he might find.

Hmm. There wasn't much in this alleyway. In fact, it was pretty much empty. Nothing but a few scraps of cardboard and a colourful graffiti tag decorated the concrete.

Well, Leo didn't come here just to hang out in one measly alleyway! Full of confidence, the eight-year-old marched to the end of the alley, pulling up the hood of his sweater as he rounded the corner.

Even with the late hour, there were still people on the streets, eyes focused on getting to their destination. No one paid attention to the small figure in a battered green hoodie hurrying along, sticking close to the wall.

Leo ducked into the next alley, heart pounding. Okay, so that was a lot more nerve-wracking without Dad or Raph than he'd thought it would be.

Luckily, he realized as he took in his surroundings, this alleyway was much more interesting than the one he'd come out of. There was a huge dumpster on one side, and the walls were covered in graffiti. Even better, the far end of the alley was actually a corner, meaning there was more to explore!

Leo started poking around, kicking at the small piles of trash and inspecting the locked dumpster. Not finding anything cool, he moved on, admiring the graffiti.

He ended up turning two more corners while following the trail of graffiti, and found himself facing the street again. The constant something of spray paint broke off at the corner, meaning the skull painting in this alley stood out sharply.

Bla blah blah some yokai open the door to run of the Mill while Leo watches from behind a dumpster or smth

Leo's eyes sparkled. Was that actual magic?! Donnie said magic was impossible, but Donnie also said it was impossible for the two of them to be twins, and Leo knew that wasn't true. The turtle bounced forward with glee, eager to see where those people had gone, only to stop short when the portal closed in his face.

Leo frowned. Clearly, he just hadn't been fast enough. Wait, what was that gesture they used to open it? Leo lifted his hand, trying to mimic the pose he'd seen, and wiggled it with great concentration.

Nothing happened.

Huffing, the boy tried again. And again. And was glaring at the wall, ready to shout at it to let him in, when he heard someone approaching the alleyway. Eyes lighting up with an idea, Leo darted behind the nearest dumpster and peeked out, watching carefully.

Sure enough, another mutant-like person entered the alley, heading for the graffiti tag. Leo stared hard at the gesture they made, but instead of waiting and trying to copy it, he darted in behind them as soon as the portal opened.

As soon as he was inside, Leo stopped. And stared.

There were so many people! And none of them were human.

"This is the coolest place I've ever seen," Leo whispered to himself in awe. He slowly started walking further in, craning his neck to stare at every little detail.

So entranced was he, that he didn't see the bony figure approaching until he nearly face-planted into their suit.

"Where are your parents, little pepino?"

Leo froze and looked up at the sound of the voice. Towering over him, arms crossed, was a frowning... skeleton?!

Instantly forgetting to feel guilty at being caught, Leo blurted out, "are you dead?!" His eyes were wider than they'd been all evening, he was sure. Because, come on, that was a walking, talking, skeleton man!!!

The aforementioned skeleton man, somehow, raised an eyebrow. "No, I am not dead. Have you never seen a skeleton yokai before?"

"No," Leo responded, eyes still wide. "What's a yokai?"

"Que pasa con este niño," the yokai muttered under his breath, then continued in a normal tone, "Yokai is what we are. You, me, and everyone in this restaurant is a yokai."

"Oh. Hey, what was that language you were talking in?"

The yokai looked at him weirdly, but Leo really did want to know! He'd only said one sentence but it sounded so cool! Leo already knew he wanted to learn it.

"Spanish. Why are you here, niño?"

"Uhhhhhh... Dad... sent me?" Leo cringed a little at the blatant lie, and decided to distract him with another question. "Can you say something in Spanish?!"

The yokai sighed. "Tell me your name and I'll consider it."

He beamed. "I'm Leo! What's your name?"

"You can call me Señor Hueso."

"Whoa, is your name in Spanish?! Wait wait wait you gotta say something in Spanish now! I told you my name!"

"Deberías estar en le cama, tortuguita."

"Coooool! What does that mean?"

"It means 'you should be in bed, little turtle'. Let's go, out, time for you to go home." Hueso began pushing at Leo's shoulders, nudging him towards the door.

"Whaaaat? Come on, you can't kick me out! I just got here!" Leo dug his heels in, refusing to be pushed.

"This is a restaurant, not a daycare. I do not have time to be babysitting lost children. Out!" With one final shove, Señor Hueso let go of Leo and prepared to shut the portal.

The turtle mutant stumbled and whirled around as soon he was free. "Wait! You're just gonna let a child wander around New York alone? At night? Isn't that illegal?"

"Well, since you won't tell me where your parents are..." Hueso trailed off with a raise of his eyebrow, waiting to see if Leo would offer any more information.

Leo huffed in defeat. He didn't want to admit it, but he was getting tired, as it was already far past his usual bedtime. "Fine, fine, I'm going! But I'll be back tomorrow!"

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Leo did in fact come back the next day. Hueso wasn't there when Leo scampered in behind a weird frog yokai, so the slider was quick to scurry off into the restaurant, hoping he could hang out for a little while before Hueso found him and kicked him out again.

To be continued...?

[natsaffection]

My sweet Student. | part 2 | N. Romanoff

MINORS DNI!!! (18+!)

warnings: Age gap (natasha = 42 | Reader = 21), drinking, oral (n receiving), fingering (r receiving)

Word count: 3.100

A/n: Second one!

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"Tell me Y/n, have you made any preparations for tomorrow's farewell party?" The two of you had started a FaceTime call to go over the next few hours when Kate threw the question into the room. You just look up at her in amazement, "What kind of celebration?" Kate laughed, "Farewell party! It's a farewell party..For our principal. He's changing, remember?"

Right. There was something. He has become a bit conspicuous in the last few months, what his 'arts' are in bringing. So he was simply replaced.

Nevertheless, a celebration is thrown in his honor..For whatever reason.

"Is this a mandatory event?" No way, you will go. Just because of a certain person. "No, but come on! It is for the teachers, so your favorite-"

"Shut up, Kate! I'm not going!"

And now you're standing in the room where the ceremony is taking place. Kate has done it again. After all, you have to be the one to bring a drunk friend home....

You walk up to the buffet to see what's on offer, and at least you're having a good meal for once. So you grab a plate and grab everything that fits in your hand.

You go back to Kate and see that you are sitting at a table with other classmates. With drinks, of course.

"Here I am just gone for two minutes, and you're about to get drunk again? Seriously?"

Kate looks to you and holds her glass up to you, "Oh come on! Tomorrow we have fourths! We can afford it then..." You carefully wave her hand away so as not to spill anything,

"No thanks..."

You sit down and look around. Teenagers were everywhere, living their life. Teachers talking to their peers and the main character of the evening, the principal, shaking hands.

But not the person you came along for after all. Great..all for nothing.

"Kate, I'm going to get some more food, okay?" She just nodded and you walk back over.

You picked up a new plate and- "Any recommendations?" You hear the question and notice a person stopped at your side, "Um..The things over there, are relatively good-" Your words caught in your throat as you saw the person coming from the side,

"M-Ms Romanoff!" You remembered again that you were holding a plate and gripped it tighter again, so it wouldn't fall off.

"Evening Y/n, what so stirred up?" She smiled and grabbed a plate as well to take the slices you mentioned, "These, right?" You just nodded and watched her take one. "Now then. Don't drink too much and be ready for class tomorrow, got it?" She walks past you without waiting for your answer, "Got it..." You walk back to Kate and the others as if in a trance, sit down, and this time accept the Glass you were offered.

After a while, the events were yesterday and you were just a swimming wreck. There weren't that many drinks, were there?

"Should I get some more?" Asked one next to you, "I think we should take it easy, don't you?" You talk so slow because you're surprised by your tongue, Do you even have one left?

"Naaah, I'll go get some more..." The girl next to you stood up and so did you, "I'm coming..with you!" You both trudge down the hall, arriving totally exhausted at the table where the drinks are being handed out. "We'll have the same ones again!" You only hear an 'all right' and the guy who took the alcohol in walks to the back.

"Didn't I tell you something earlier?" You turn around innocently and see Natasha again,

"Hi..."

She looks at you skeptically, "Hey, how's it going?" You don't realize until now that a duty person is now standing in front of you, and you're about to get some purely smuggled alcohol, "Nothing! We're not doing anything..Noup..ah a.." You try to lean in, but miss expertly and stand up straight again. Natasha had her eyes on you the whole time, "I see..Let me guess, if I ask you a question now, you won't have an answer, right?"

You think about the question. Who has been drinking here? You seemed to be able to answer it correctly. "Was that the question already?" you repeat, and Natasha just grunts,

"Okay. Home with you. The evening is over." She threw hard at the young one who was about to come with the drinks, and he took off again. After that, She showed you the way, "What's there?"

"The exit, Y/n."

You look in the direction and just didn't understand what she wanted you to do. "Okay, I get it." She sets your glass down and puts a hand on your back to guide you.

“I'm old enough, hey! Help!"

"Y/n, I'm not arguing with you! Either you leave the premises on your own now, or I'll force you to!"

Force? Force what?

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You wake up by your inner clock, knowing that something was wrong. Did you set an alarm clock? What time is it anyway? You sleepily look for your cell phone, which should normally be somewhere on the bed, but you don't find it. You open your eyes annoyed, and then it hits you.

This is not your room. Oh God, this is not your room!!! You frantically sit up and look around. It was definitely bigger than yours, but nowhere can you find any clues as to whose it is.

You stand up slowly and exhale calmly when you realize that you still have your clothes on. That's it.

You go to the door and slowly open it. In front of you is a long hallway, which you follow and arrive at a small staircase. Are you alone? No. You probably hear a radio from the kitchen and go to it. Then, as you stood at the door, it was over,

"Good morning troublemaker."

It was none other than your teacher. You're in your teacher's apartment.. You look around frantically, not knowing what to do, "Sit down, we have to leave in a minute."

"Where to?" Thank God, you were able to say that in a relaxed way. Natasha now turns to you and had two plates with omelets on them. "It's Monday today. You have class." She puts the plate on the table and walks out the door beside you. So you were now alone in the kitchen and your stomach was literally begging you to eat this food. You look back, not seeing her anywhere, and now sit down to eat. When Natasha came back, you reply, "I have to the fourth." Whether that's true or not, you don't know. You just trust Kate for once. Fuck, Kate. Does she know you're okay? Wait, are you okay?!

"Good for you, but I'm not, so let's get out of here together." If you weren't in such an awkward situation, you'd laugh. She sounds like your mother.

"Wh-why am I here? And not-"

"Home? Well..you just wouldn't tell me. No matter what, you were just completely unreliable!" Why is she so angry?

"Can I ask why it upsets you so much? You could have just left me there!" Not that you're complaining...

"Y/n, you didn't even know your last name. I could have done something with you otherwise, and now eat." She leaned against her kitchen counter with her arms crossed.

"Yes mother..." You were about to bite in, "That sounded a little different last night." As you choked, "W-what?" Natasha stood back up, "You were pretty talkative yesterday. Didn't know you could utter fluid sentences in front of me."

Shit. And that's exactly why you don't drink. You can't control or know what you're saying, "M-Ms Romanoff, no matter what I-"

"See? Now you're stuttering again, and.." She came up to you and leaned in front of you, "That was a joke. Only your reaction proved it to me." She got up again and left the kitchen, "In three minutes I want to see you ready in my car."

You looked transfixed until you hear a door slam shut and you jump up. You walk out of the kitchen and look for directions to the garage. When you arrive, you sit down in the back seat and wait for Natasha. Who, after a few seconds, gets into the car as well.

"As I expected..." She whispers and drives off.

You look out the window, embarrassed, trying to find connections as to why your teacher had taken you home. I mean, she could have looked in the class book to see where you lived, so why didn't she?

"Can I..ask you something?" Natasha didn't take her eyes off the road, "Always."

"Why didn't you drive me home?" You turned into a street. "I already told you that."

"You could have just-"

"What if I didn't want to?"

Oh, God, you have to get out of the car. Is she going to kill you? She's definitely going to kill you.

"You know..I didn't spend half my life studying for nothing, only to be led astray by a little girl afterward. I know what's up, y/n."

You stop at a traffic light, and She turns to face you slightly, "So. I'll just ignore the fact that you whimper in your chair every time I walk in. Or you hold your breath when I talk to you. Do you want me to keep going?"

She's got you figured out. Of course, she did. "N-no..." She started again, looking down the road, "You do know it's forbidden to have a relationship with your teacher?"

Natasha knows it too. Still, she's curious (For the first time in a long time) if you're aware of that, and if you get scared and shut down.

"I know..I'm sorry..."

This still surprises Natasha. So you knew and yet you don't shy away and repress your feelings for her.

"Can you blame it then? You know exactly what you do every time!"

"What?" She knows exactly. "The way you look at us, for example! Roaming the halls-"

"Darling, that's my job." She interrupted. "And I'm not looking at you all. I'm looking at you only.“

You're dreaming again. Wake up, wake up, wake up!

"We're here." She turns back to you, "If I hear even one sound from you today, whether it's me or my colleagues, there will be consequences, do you understand that?"

There will be no consequences. Not yet. But Natasha wants to test you. She wants to see how you react, if you'll let her.

So that soon she will have you in her hands.

You are lucky that nobody saw you when you got out of the car. Because you were pale as a snowman. You were already panicking in front of her, but now?

You go to your first classroom and sit down like a robot. You unpack your things and try to concentrate on the material. Natasha's announcement in your car still stuck deep inside you. Because when the teacher asked you something, you just shake your head and try to keep yourself down. You just have to survive four more hours, after that you can go home.

The break then came faster than you could look, and Kate had managed to get to school for once. You were sitting at a table when she came up to you,

"Dude! I thought you were dead! Where were you yesterday?!"

"Where was I? I was at Ms. Romanoff's house!!!" Kate sat up straight and remained still in her movements, "What?"

"Yes! She took me home!" She continued to look at you and started to grin, which made you even more upset, "No.... No! But it was just as bad!" Now she started laughing.

"Oh come on! That's always been your dream, hasn't it? I mean, we'll see your reaction then..." She couldn't stop laughing and she almost infected you as you panicked again, "Like we'll see then?! We don't have today with her!"

"Yes we do..It's right here." She looked at her phone and showed you the schedule for today. She has..We don't have Russian or history today! She changed the hours...

"She switched with someone..."

"Now it's too much y/n..Maybe she needed an extra lesson for us..You know how we get behind that.."

True. But also not. You didn't know that she traded her hour especially for you.

"You're right..thanks." Kate smiles and leans against you "Always happy to.."

When the time came, and you were now back in the familiar room, it confirmed what Kate had said. Everything was going normally. Questions were answered, Natasha went over your material, and everything went according to plan.

According to Natasha's plan.

She wanted to make it look normal. But she knows how to get her hands on her prey perfectly. She's got her eye on you. You don't realize it, but your body is responding to her again. you didn't know where to put your legs. In front of you? On top of each other? You don't know, and Natasha found that amusing. She just literally waited until the lesson was finally over.

And when it was, she called you to her. You stopped and took another deep breath as you turned and walked to her table.

"From what I hear, you've stuck to it. Good girl."

"Please stop. This is torture..."

Natasha leans back in her chair, "Stop what?" You roll your eyes inwardly. You can't take any more of this. You want her to finally do something.

"Please..."

"Y/n, just open your mouth like I taught you."

You just stand in place, wondering what to do. Stay or run? Definitely run!

"I want you..." She's got you just about. Now all you have to do is open your mouth. Literally.

So Natasha spreads her legs in front of you. The worst that can happen is you leave. So why not try?

If she's honest, she's a little suspicious and thinks you're really just going to leave. To her surprise though, you kneel down to her and wait for her again.

"As to be expected. Well then. Show me what that smart mouth can do." You look at her and then down at her. You grab her pants with trembling hands and slowly pull them down.

Natasha didn't take her eyes off you for a single second.

You have now got all the annoying stuff down from her, and now look at her glistening pussy.

You immediately put your mouth on it and start moving your tongue up and down. YOU could hear Natasha let out a sigh and lean back further. This made you proud and now give more pressure on your tongue.

"Further to the left..." You do as she said, thinking maybe that's where your sensitive spot is, but you could tell you'd never given oral before. And Natasha noticed that too,

"Okay come here.." You look up at her, and Natasha already found this sight just fantastic. You stand up and she leads you to her lap. She leans you against her chest and one hand slips into your panties.

"It's your first time, isn't it?" Your body was already on fire. Every touch had a different effect on you, "Y-yes..." Natasha literally howled. Fuck, you're a virgin...

"It's okay..First." She slides down further again and begins to play on your nerves with two fingers circling. The motion made you jump and Natasha continued to hold you on her lap, "Sit still Y/n." You whimpered, not knowing where to put your voice. Natasha found your clit and played with it, your reaction spoke for itself, "Sensitive right? Don't worry..let it out, yeah..."

You couldn't hold back anymore and let out a moan. Natasha didn't let up and continued to play with you. You claw at her under arm and let your head fall back,

"N-Natasha..I don't know-"

"Shh, call me mommy, little one. Come on, I know you can." Her other hand now creeps under your shirt and finds your chest, which is now being played with as well.

"N-not there...!" But Natasha ignored your whimpers and now also gave more pressure on your clit and nipple. She loves your movements and reactions. She's already addicted to you.

"Nata!-" you were interrupted as Natasha slapped your clit, and she covered your mouth because of the volume, "That's not right..What should you call me?"

Oh god.

She took her hand away again and waited, "M-Mommy..Its Mommy! Please, don't stop.."

"That's it. It feels good, does it? I know what you need. I can give it to you anytime.."

Her movement quickened. She wants to see you come, she needs it, "M-mommy, i-something happening!" She had to chuckle, "Let go Y/n, come on." She had to force herself to cover your mouth again or everyone would catch on to what you two were doing. She made a mental note to catch up somewhere else to hear your noises.

Natasha feels the wind against her palm and waits a bit longer before taking her hand away completely. "Good..Thats it."

She took her fingers from you and lick them clean. Now it was final. Now she can't give you away, after that intense taste.

"How do you feel?" She asked you while putting your hair out of your face. And all you could do was whimper, "I..I don't know.."

"It doesn't matter..you were great. So let's do that again from before.. You are aware that it is forbidden to have a relationship with me?" You just nod. "Well then. This stays between us, understand? You're mine now."

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[milesandcorysupermacy]

can you do a fic we’re y/n is miles(doesn’t matter which one) little sister who can lowkey sing but denies it

HEEEEEY, POOKIE! So ik I took long to answer ur request but u inspired me to write again because I can actually relate to this 😭

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"Mariposa"

1610!Miles x Younger-SISTER-Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Cursing, Reader is 13, Miles is 15, Me not knowing anthing about the music industry, Not spell checked bc im lazy, Reader recorded without her consent (it'll make sense, I promise 😭)

Songs that were used: 'In Your Hands' By Halle, and 'Hailey's Comet' By Billie Eilish

Summary: You've always thought you could sing well, but you never considered it was exceptionally well. When you're confronted with other people's opinions on your singing, you start to change your mind. Can you really sing?

Taglist:

@we-loveebony

@im-miss-simp

@ilovespiderverseee

@maxoloqy

@edgyficuselastica

@thehighlordishere

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You walked into your kitchen, humming the soft melodies of the Billie Eilish song playing in your shared airpod with your older brother, Miles.

"Hey, you wanna order tacos? Your treat, by the way."

You turn to him, confused from this comment since he usually pays. You hate to admit anything nice about him, but one thing you can say is...he's a gentleman.

"Why am I paying?"

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe this will jog your memory."

Your over-dramatic sibling says as he points to a scar on his left cheek. You sheepishly chuckle as you scratch the back of your neck, embarrassed. The scar he's referring to is from two days ago when you threw scissors at him.

"Oh, right. In my defense, I thought your spidey senses would make you catch it."

Miles gasped.

"HOW?!?!!? I was holding sketches! If you thought I would drop my precious babies for some scissors...you clearly don't know me, mother's other child."

He said, not referring to you by name anymore. You rolled your eyes as you threatened him with the worst thing of all...no food.

"Well, if you're not even referring to me by name anymore, I guess you don't want any tacos!"

Miles immediately frowned, gasping from your threat.

"No! I love you my most beautiful, sweet, elegant sister! I still want the tacos! Make mine carne asada, please!"

You rolled your eyes at his willingness to switch up so easily. You sighed, opening your Uber Eats app to find the closest taco place.

"What a drag to love you like I do, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh"

You sang quietly along to the infectious melodies of Billie Eilish's 'Hailey's Comet'. Miles just stared at you, stunned. He's never heard you sing unless you were joking around, but right now he could've sworn you were a Grammy-nominated artist. He let this keep going on until the song ended, still staring at you while you absent-mindedly look into your phone. Not noticing him staring daggers into the side of your face.

"Ok, I placed the orde-"

"You sounded really good just now, why didn't you tell anyone you could sing like that?"

You stared at him bug-eyed, not knowing how to respond to all this sudden attention on you. Being the younger sister of Miles Morales, you just kinda got used to flying under his radar. I mean, he's a *almost* Straight A student, exceptionally good at art, a superhero, and he's in one of the most prestigious schools in Brooklyn. How could you even compete with that?

You're just a 13 year old girl who passes all her classes to keep her and her parents sane, and pretty much nothing after that. You acknowledged this hidden talent, but immediately compared yourself to other singers and realized that you would get crushed in that audition room. You weren't some Beyonce waiting to happen, you were just a girl. A girl who has absolutely no idea what she's doing.

"Why? What do you mean why, Miles? Have you heard all the other singers out there? Dude, I would get fucking crushed the moment I let out the first note. Not just that, but you're so obviously mom and dad's favorite. I mean, every time I come home with a B I feel like an idiot compared to you. You're just better than me, and everyone knows it. I fly under your radar, Miles. Every time that you, mom, or dad introduce me to somebody, you guys always say Miles' little sister. Face it, dude. I can't compare to you."

Miles felt his heart shatter hearing your words. As a big brother, his job was to protect you. How could he do that when he was causing the problem himself? He never looked down on you, he was proud to have you as a sister and he couldn't believe that you felt this way about yourself. What made it even worse was the fact that you started crying, he immediately sprung into action when he saw the tears falling. He engulfed you in a hug, feeling extremely guilty.

"I'm so sorry, Mariposa. I never even realized that the family was downplaying you like this, you're incredible and deserve to be seen as such."

You felt a smirk coming onto your lips from the nickname that he called you, referring to your Halloween costume from 10 years ago. Small moments like this made you realize that you had a brother who loved you, and would talk to you about anything. That's all that matters, right? You and him against the world...well, maybe just him. (Give the man credit, he's literally spiderman.)

"It's fine, I'm sorry to drop all of this on you. I feel like I kinda overreacted."

You awkwardly chuckled as Miles look at you like you were a woman gone mad.

"Why are you sorry? I'm glad you brung it up, now I can be more aware whenever I see it happen again. The fact that you feel like you're always under my radar is even more of a reason to get yourself out there! Who knows, I mean maybe Mami and Dad could hire you a manager. We're in New York, this IS industry city."

You thought about the idea for a second and honestly, it sounded great at first. Then you started to realize that you were 13, about to graduate 8th grade, and have no experience in vocal training. The once great idea started to sound like a complete fail.

"While I appreciate your excitement, Miles. I'm barely a high schooler, and have no experience. If I were to make it in the industry, it be pure luck!"

You waved him off as he was walking around you in a circle, spewing ideas. Starting to become annoyed with how invested he truly is in your life, a blessing and a curse.

"Well maybe if we go to the mall and-"

"What? No, that's so idiotic."

"Well, if you can open for an artist's tour-"

"How am I gonna do that with my middle class, Afro-Hispanic family in Brooklyn, New York?"

"Well, I got a few piggy bank-"

Miles was thankfully interrupted by a notification from your phone saying that the tacos were downstairs at the front desk.

"Thank fuck."

You whispered as the notification saved you from hearing any more of Miles' idiotic ideas.

"Miles, you mind going to get it?"

"Yea, just gimme a sec."

He says as he puts his shoes on, but that's really just a cover for his plan. He decided to play one of your favorite songs right now, 'In Your Hands'. He did this since he knew you wouldn't be able to resist singing it, especially since nobody else is around. While he's downstairs, he left his phone recording in the apartment so that he could catch your angelic voice and show it to his parents. Great plan....well, at least he hopes so.

~Timeskip~

While you and Miles play Wii Bowling on the living room TV, (you were beating his ass btw) your parents walk in. You both greet them and help with groceries, you then decide that you wanted to take a shower and exit the room. This gives Miles time to execute his plan!

(We're gonna pan over to Miles' scene bc I'm not. writing about you taking a boring ass shower.)

"Ok, we have like 40 mins until she's done with her nightly routine."

Miles says very suspiciously which causes his parents to feel concerned about him.

"Miles, buddy. You alright? I hope you're not sick or anything."

Jeff says as he cautiously touches Miles' forehead. His mother begins to chime in with the concern too.

"Yeah, you do look kinda pale."

Rio says, also touching the poor boy's face.

"He does, doesn't he? I'm glad I wasn't the only one noticing-"

"I'm not pale, I'm very pigmented!"

Miles whisper shouts. His parents back off with their hands up in a surrendering motion.

"Anyway, I wanted to show you guys a video of Y/N that I took. I know it sounds weird, but it's a video of her singing. It sounds really nice and I want her to have a talent of her own since everyone compares us."

His parents smile with approval and appreciation of how nice your brother was being towards you right now.

"Well, show us whatcha got!"

Rio says, enthusiastically. Miles opens his camera app and plays the video, immediately smiling at your perfect voice as you sing the melodic notes of the song.

"In your Hands, in your hands.

You can't let go or you'll lose your chance.

'Cause after me, you'll never fall in love again, la-la-la."

You melodically sung along to the song ans your parents stared at the phone with shock. They listened to the whole 3 minute video and smiled the whole way through, stunned by your almost perfect vocals.

"Wow...I can't believe that's my baby girl singing!"

Rio said, bewildered.

After some time, you finally walk out the bathroom with your pajamas and a towel on your head. Your family just stared at you with shock as you walked toward the kitchen for water.

"What? Am I not supposed to drink this water or something?"

"Girl, where'd you learn to sing like that?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at your dad, believing he's truly lost it this time.

"What are you talking about?"

Miles smiled cheekily at you as he played the video of your singing. You immediately grew embarrassed as you felt your face heat up and eyes widen.

"Miles, I'll kill you!"

You shouted as you charged towards your older brother who hid behind his mom.

"Baby, this is great! We signed you up for vocal lessons and even got you a meeting with a manager tomorrow, that's...if you say yes, of course."

Your mom trailed off.

"You better say yes, this stuff wasn't cheap!"

Jeff complained as your mom shot him a glare.

"Fine, I'll do it."

You said as you smiled from your families interest in you and your interests. You and your family conversed on some logistics and commitments that you will have to make for this newfound hobby. With that, there was just one more question to ask...

"So, what will your artist name be? We need a name to put on the email to the record label."

You looked up at your older brother and smiled before saying...

"Mariposa."

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THIS IS ITTT 🤑🤑

The first post after my lil hiatus 🤧

Anyway, I hope yall liked it and thanks to the anon who sent this, ima answer the other request I got too!

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[vqrtualheartss]

CCan you do one where miles find out reader is literally obsessed with art and has a room alone for her drawings and paintings one of them being him

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9:12 pm This is my first request and I love you for it. Anyways, I'm trying to keep this one short and cute because I just realized I cannot make a story short for my life so yea lol.

The like, plot about the senior partner programme is taken from a book I read on wattpad called 'His Tesoro' by sjpwell and I heavily recommend you read it. heavily.

For fem readers, no specific race disclosed

Warnings — idk, bad grammar

In all honesty, deadass, I would've been asleep by now if not risking my hands to ink poisoning or that our teacher was picking the pairs for the annual senior partner programme. You'd basically share classes, be expected to hang out and by the end of the year write a report based on what you learnt about them. There wasn't anyone I was against being paired with but there wasn't anyone I was looking to either, all of them were the same people just different fonts, nothing interesting.

"And lastly we have Miss Valentine and Mr. Morales. Until your new schedules are emailed to you, you are expected to interchange the order of classes starting with the male's in the pair. Happy bonding"

Before I could get up, someone tilted down my phone screen, shifting my attention from it to them, the Mr. Morales— Miles. My nose slowly twitched, as I tried to fight the tug on my lips.

"Hi angel" I sighed, smiling at the nickname. Apparently my last name reminded him of Cupid and because Cupid's somewhat an angel, it makes me one

"Good morning Miles" pushing out my phone gesturing for him to hold it, I gathered my stuff preparing to head to his class. "Formal as always" he shook his head looking down at me with my bag on one shoulder, the other strap swaying freely. I shrugged at his comment, bringing out my hand to retrieve my phone, instead of handing it over, he held onto my hand, intertwining them as he examined the free-styled drawings.

"Talent much? Cool if you could put some on me?" He smiled widely, dangling my phone in his other hand as some type of persuasion. The smile grew evident in my voice, "Alright". I mean, why not, for his half of classes I didn't have to do anything in them so might as well.

"These dopee. Y'know low-key we should get matching ones sometime" . I smiled, "Maybe"

Annoyed at my frequent one word responses he turned around to face me as I slipped from underneath his arm " I hope you're not gonna be like this when I come by later."

Standing infront him with my mouth slightly agape, I questioned, my arms mirroring his crossed ones. "When you do what?"

"How else are we supposed to get to know eachother? And I'm guessing you're eager to kick me out and wrap this up" Narrowing my eyes, I pinched and rubbed my nose bridge.

There weren't many reasons why he couldn't stay over but they held alot of weight, one being my art room and two I'd probably make a fool of myself.

Looking up at him to protest, he swiftly transferred his initialized chain from his neck to mine before walking off and shouting, "Text me the directions and I'll be there" .

I dragged a hand down my face, I was going to send him them but that bitch.

knock knock, the door creaked open as a faint light faltered to the floor

"Miles? If that's you come in" "Woww, now imagine if I was a serial killer" Taking off his jacket, he continued "You would've been dead by now"

I shrugged , eyes never leaving the sketchbook propped on my right knee. He turned around, a dead expression on his face as he dragged the book from my lap "Nah, you gave your word" I most definitely did not

"Okay, fine, my attention's yours and yours only. Happy?" I gave him a tight-lipped smile as he sat on my bed, flipping through the pages "very" .

I remained a neutral expression as if my heart wasn't waiting to jump outside my chest.

Recently he's been the center of attention of my art and obviously I don't need him to see that. My heart rate calmed, his eyebrows furrowing, the pages seemingly went blank "I thought you drew more than this?" "I recently started that sketchbook,"

My expression softened, smiling internally as relief took over my body. However, my mind went as blank as the pages. Where the hell are those drawings then ?.

He hummed, moving from the bed to the office chair. He slid it over beside me before holding onto the chain with a finger of his, bringing me even closer to him.

"This makes it look like you belong to me in some way".

I copied his 'hm' in response despite my stomach flipping on end. He tugged on the chain releasing it. "I swear to god I'm going to make you talk. One way or another" leaning back into the chair manspreading, I smiled while maintaining a scowl. "Ew, you look like a man"

"Oh so now you speak?" He scoffed before continuing "Where's your bathroom" "Straight down, first door on your..." I paused a bit unsure of the direction to tell him ".. right, first door on your right"

He leaned on the door frame, crossing his arms "Don't know your directions by now?" "Get out"

Glancing at the time on my phone a few times, it took me a while to register that Miles was gone for more than 20 minutes "That's weird". Heading outside, I shuffled to the bathroom that he would've went to find it empty. I stood with my hands wrapped around my torso trying to figure his whereabouts. Shit. I went to the one place I hope he wasn't, my art room.

Approaching said room I saw the door slightly ajar, his shadow lingering on the walls. Without a plan I went inside, harshly biting down on my lip to brace myself for future embarrassment.

"You really weren't going to show me this?" I nervously laughed, eyes darting around the room inspecting for any sketches, drawings or paintings with him as the centerpiece. My eyes lingered on a drawing of Miles a little longer than I should've, he sent himself in the direction of my gaze. I shut my eyes, squeezing my fists tighter with each passing second. He took up the sketchbook situated on the desk, twirling through the recent pages before turning.

"Is this me?" His eyebrows drawing nearer as he grinned. I bit harder onto my lip before attempting to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation, even if it was just on my side. "No?"

"Looks an awful lot like me" Placing the book into its original position he folded his arms, sitting infront the desk

"I do not have the mental capacity for this" I sighed, shaking my head. A bead of blood formed on my lips.

Looking up and down my frustration filled body, he replied "Got me on your mind a lot, huh?" Laughing at his own teasing, I used the base off my hands to rub my eyes viciously, an honest attempt to push in my eyeballs.

Morphing into a ball of embarrassment, a smug expression splashed on his face. Hissing my teeth, the colours of his eyes went onyx as he stared. I returned his challenging gaze before he stood up, walking over and standing dangerously close.

Towering over my height, he smirked holding my chin between two fingers. What the fuckk. In that second I felt.. wierd, warm and fuzzy on the inside.

IDK HOW TO END THIS SO I DIDN'T.

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[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 88... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

OMG...!! 😍 THIS WAS SUCH AN ADORABLE CHAPTER FOR THE MANGA TO RETURN WITH...!!! 💗😆💗

We had to wait a month and a half for this chapter, and I think that it DELIVERED!! 😁 So let's talk about it, shall we...? 😊

This chapter begins with a plot line that's been brewing since Mission 61...

THAT'S RIGHT!! 😆 DAMIAN IS FINALLY GONNA GIVE ANYA THE CAKES THAT HE PROMISED HER!! 😁

And it only took 27 chapters for Damian to accomplish this...!! 😌 I honestly just love how Endo does stuff like this, where he brings something back up a bunch of chapters later (even if it's the smallest detail imaginable...!! 😊)

But moving on, we get something that I did not expect to see...:

ANYA DRAWN IN THE FREAKING SHOJO ART STYLE!! I JUST-- I JUST CAN'T...!! 🤣🤣🤣

This is one of the best and funniest things I've ever seen in Spy X Family, and I honestly can't wait until THIS gets animated...!! 😆

After spotting his dream girl from afar, Damian tries to give her the cakes that he promised, but...

There is just too many people around for him to give Anya the goods...! And with Anya overhearing his thoughts about giving her the cakes (but not fully understanding why Damian wants to give them to her in secret), she devises a plan to meet with Damian in the courtyard...!

And after receiving a seemingly bloody message from Anya, Damian agrees to head to the courtyard with her...

But as you can see, Becky, Emile and Ewen decided to follow them...!! 😅 So Damian and Anya decide to BOOK IT, while the others follow suit!!! 😆

After getting chased around for awhile, Damian determines that he's done with this shit and ultimately decides to just throw away the cakes (which Anya hears), and then...:

ANYA, ARE TRYING TO KILL DAMIAN...!? 🤣 HIS LITTLE HEART CAN'T TAKE IT...!! 🤭

Honestly though, this whole page is just so adorable (even if Anya is only doing this for the cakes...!! 💗😄💗)

Anyway, because they were so wrapped up this cake situation, Damian and Anya didn't realize that a wild Henderson has appeared to scold them for missing the the bell...!

Now the two of them have to stay after school, but it isn't all bad...:

After finishing writing their apologies, THE G.O.A.T., Mr. Henderson, offers to have some tea and cakes with Damian and Anya...!! 😁

Then, Mr. Henderson asks Damian about the cakes, and get this little flashback...:

HMMMMMMM..... 🤔

This flashback just makes me continue to be suspicious of Melinda... 😤

But, anyway... To end things off, Damian questions why Anya wanted to meet with him in the first place, and well...:

THESE TWO I SWEAR!!👏🤣👏🤣👏🤣👏🤣

And that was Mission 88, a really fun chapter to get us back into the swing of things...!! 😆

I'm pretty sure a lot of us were expecting something big to happen this chapter (like how I was hoping for Yor's full backstory because season 2 of the anime started), but it didn't, and I'm okay with that...! I'm just glad that we finally got another chapter of this amazing series to talk about...!! 😊 And though that month and a half long break was killing me (I mean, I had Undead Unluck to read in meantime), I just hope that Endo got some well deserved rest!! 💗🤗💗

Also, that flashback with Melinda is just giving me red flags all over the place...!! 😵 I don't know if Donovan is the one telling her to do these things or if she's doing this to get to Anya herself, but everything that Melinda has done thus far has made me feel constantly uneasy... I just hope that she didn't do anything to those cakes that will harm Anya or her powers in any way...!! 😡

Well, that's pretty much all that I wanted say about this chapter, and like always, I can't wait for the next one!! 😆 So, until the next Mission... Take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! LATER!! 👋😄

[manicplank]

have reactions do cannabis been done yet? What would happen if someone accidentally ate an edible

ONE LAST ONE I SWEAR THIS TIME

Weed reactions (obvious drug tw)

Peppino: He would freak out the first time, ESPECIALLY if it was on accident. He'd have a panic attack, hyperventilate, and maybe even throw up. The second time around, because his crazy ass wanted to try it again, he'd be a bit more mellow. He would think he didn't feel anything, but something sets him off and throws him into a laughing fit... for like, an hour. Absolutely gets the munchies. He wouldn't do it regularly, but it was an interesting experience.

Gustavo: If accidentally consumed, he'd be a little freaked out. He'd be wide-eyed and sweaty. His grip on reality is kind of loose, and he doesn't like it. However, he was curious as to try it again on purpose and had a much better experience. He'd be enlightened. Suddenly, the world is more colorful and beautiful. He has a goofy smile on his face the entire time. The smallest things make him giggle. He ends up taking the best nap of his life. Fun experience, but he wouldn't do it regularly.

BONUS Brick: Gustavo once accidentally left a weed brownie in the wrong place... Well, Brick found it and ate it despite it smelling a little weird. Gustavo came home to find Brick belly up with his mouth open. He initially panicked, thinking that Brick had passed away... Then he saw the chewed up wrapper for the edible. Oh, goodness. Poor Brick was high as a kite! He slept for HOURS. Gustavo kept checking his pulse to make sure he was still alive.

Mr. Stick: Never accidentally consumed it, but definitely greened out the first time he used it. It was scary, and he ended up vomiting. He was mostly afraid because he felt that he did a REALLY bad thing. He tried it again after realizing it wasn't so bad. He loved it. It eased his back pain and heightened his appetite. He liked it. He smokes every now and then for his pain or if he's SUPER stressed. He can't roll a joint to save his life, so don't let him roll.

Pepperman: His first time trying pot, he didn't really get high. He wasn't enthused. He thought it would be great for his creative outlet, but nothing happened. However, when he tried it again, he was FRIED. He started talking about stupid hypotheticals that would never happened "but what if they DID??" He tries to create art, but he ends up getting tired halfway through. He takes a nap and gets all the sleep he was missing.

The Vigilante: His first experience was similar to Stick's. He had a panic attack as he thought he was doing a bad thing. Be was in the mindset that marijuana is illegal and deadly. He didn't know what possessed him to try it. After trying it again, he wasn't so timid. However, it wasn't his cup of tea. He did laugh his ass off at the smallest things, though.

The Noise: Veteran user. Has been smoking on and off since he was a teenager. He also enjoys edibles. Used to smoke daily, but cut back a LOT when he met Noisette. He gets the BEST weed in the tower. When he's high, he's calm but still super goofy. He'll laugh his ass off for hours over the dumbest things. He then gets the munchies and eats everything he can get his hands on. Once his stomach is full, he gets sleepy and zonks out for 10-12 hours. He still smokes at parties or every once in a while when he's super stressed. He kept it a secret from Noisette, until one day, she found his stash. She FLIPPED. However...

Noisette: After she found out that The Noise was doing drugs, she was furious! Anytime he tried to explain, she'd go on that "drugs are bad" rant. Then she saw how relaxed and focused The Noise got when he was high, and she got curious. She tried it for herself but got WAY too high and greened out. She ended up having a panic attack and throwing up. She tried again. This time, The Noise made sure she only took a little hit. She got a tiny high, and the two were joking around and giggling for HOURS. She got to experience the munchies and the classic weed nap. She wouldn't do it herself, but now she understands why people enjoy it.

Fake Peppino: He once ate one of Pizzahead's weed brownies. Pizzahead FREAKED and set the tower on lockdown, thinking that Fakey would go apeshit. Quite the contrary, he was incredibly calm and well-behaved. He was sleepy and snuggly. He was hungry for actual food instead of people. It was amazing. He slept perfectly sound for an ENTIRE DAY. While it benefited him well, Pizzahead thought it would be a little immoral to regularly drug Fakey just so he'd behave.

Pizzahead: Another veteran user. He's been smoking for... Gosh, it's been so long, he doesn't even remember! You never know what he has in that pipe of his. Most times, it's tobacco, but sometimes, it's cannabis. He also is a fan of edibles as they give a totally different high. He can handle his buzz pretty well. Except for the one time he tried to out-smoke The Noise. Yeah, that ended badly. Turns out bongs hit harder than his pipe (FUCKING DUMBASS). He got too high and lost his grip on reality. He handled it well, though, as he wrapped himself up in a blanket and watched his favorite movie.

Pillar John: Hey, guess what? The stone used to be a stoner. Shitty joke, I know. Anyways, John used to get high a lot as a young adult. His usual goofy self was amplified by it. He loved the munchies that came with it. Food tasted sooo much better. He'd try to watch a movie, but he always ended up falling asleep halfway through it. He cut back on smoking a lot and only does it on certain occasions. He was slightly addicted, but he's very proud of himself for quitting (and so is Gerome).

Gerome: He tried weed a few times with John. He saw how much fun John had and got curious. He got high and got giggly. The two goofed around, telling each other stupid jokes. He only smoked a few times, though. It wasn't his favorite thing in the world. He was concerned for John as it began to consume him, but John realized he was losing it and cleaned up his act. Gerome was, and still is, very proud.

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Ok so for the minors reading this DON'T FUCKING DO DRUGS UNTIL YOU'RE AN ADULT OK??

I write these from experience lmao

(Greening out isn't super common but everybody does it once, even veteran stoners.)

[lightdragon789]

I'm going through a bad burn out and art block right now, it's been a roller coaster for me atm.

So, I decided to share some pieces that I've done in the past but never got around to uploading. That being the rest of Nash's family. His mom Clara, his father Howard and his younger sister Agnes (Kid and young adult).

I'm going to give a brief description of his parents, as I haven't figured much out for Agnes yet. Just know she's a very cute kid with lots of energy. Plus that Nash never got to meet Agnes until he venture through Aakahn with Bodie to Montell. This is due to their father never coming to Nash's place for them to meet and Nash never visited due to going through his own mental struggles relating to his father. In the story Nash wrote a song for Agnes, thinking she had their mother's hazel eyes. But she didn't and it disheartened Nash and made him realize just how much of his sister's life he missed.

But anyway, let's start with Howard! Nash's father worked at Aakahn's hunter's guild. He was known as one of the best hunters in his prime, catching many beasts. Bears, wolves and even some avian half-bloods. He was a fighter but also a strategist with traps. It wasn't until Nash was around six that a half-blood from silverben, damaged his leg severely. To the point where he was to use a cane due to his bad limp, thus retiring early from being a hunter. This gave him the push to start training Nash into becoming a hunter like his fathers and brothers before him.

When Nash was showing lack of interest in becoming a hunter and more into the arts though. His father did all he could to disway him from that path. Drilling it into him, how he'd be nothing to nobody if he didn't become a hunter. Stating it was in their family's blood to be a hunter and that he had all the qualities of a hunter. Even when years passed and Nash still didn't show much interest, he took Nash to Montell to shoot an avian folk he caught before him injury with a crossbow. He was proud that Nash took the shot and advanced his training from then on.

He never noticed how much this was effecting Nash, only seeing his progress and showing his pride when Nash did what he was told. Then when Nash was 15, he helped him move out so that there would be space for his younger sibling. He never visited Nash after helping him move, as when he found out he became a librarian instead of a hunter. He grew ashamed of him and focused on his wife, but then she died in child birth. Leaving him to seek a caretaker for the baby while he worked in a more easy place.

It isn't until Nash passes by with Bodie does the two meet again after 4ish years. He's impressed and proud of Nash for catching such an impressive beast. But Nash isn't the same anymore and asks why his dad never visited him or came to console him after his mom's death. To which Howard is dismissive but it makes Nash more annoyed, to point where he lash out with all the years of anger flooding out. It's here he learns that Howard didn't visit due to being ashamed of Nash's choices and Nash disowns his father. Citing they were only tied by a last name and that was it, and how he wants nothing to do with him anymore and leaves with Bodie.

SO, yeah that's Howard! Onto Clara!

Clara all her life wanted to go to Thessla and train to become a mage. As she always was fascinated by glyph magic and knew she had some strong times to her affinities. However, her family was anti-magic and forced her into jobs around Aakahn. It made her feel tied down as she practiced magic on the side, away from her folks. But then they set her for an arranged marriage with Howard and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Thus stopping her magic practices and being wedded to Howard. Then having Nash as their first son. At first, due to postpartum depression. Clara distances herself, only feeding and caring for Nash when he cried.

However, things were easy as Nash was a very relaxed baby. Then as he got older, Clara would still be distant emotionally at times but tried her best to help Nash in anyway she could. Even showing off glyph magic to Nash when Howard was off working. When he went into retirement due to his limp, and started training Nash. She truly saw how much of a toll it was taking on their son. She tried to voice her concerns but was shot down multiple times by Howard. So, she'd make it up to Nash by taking him on nature walks, going to the library and in the summer time watching the fireflies.

She even saved money and bought Nash a violin, after his 11th birthday. Seeing how shaken up he was after shooting the avian half-blood. There wasn't mush she could do, other than say how sorry she was due to all of events his father put him through. Even the day he moved out, all she could muster was a teary sorry as he left. Even still, she waited for her son to visit. Writing letters and sending him the stories he would write her on her birthdays and Mother's Day. After she passed away giving birth to Agnes, she never blamed Nash for never coming but only wish to Div that he lives a better life than she did.

That was a lot to write....

BUT I hope you guys like the rest of Nash's family and I hope you all have a lovely day!

Characters and art belong to me!

[tjkat]

Class of '09

First off to answer the question everyone seems to have, Class of '09 and Class of '09 - The Re-Up are two different games. The Re-Up isn't a remaster, nor is it a sequel in the strict sense. It's more like an expansion. The first game starts you at the beginning of Nicole's second year of high school and some story routes continue all the way until graduation, others do not. The Re-Up story routes start at the beginning of Nicole's third year.

TL;DR You're supposed to play both games, not one or the other.

Anywho, I decided to play Class of '09 on a lark and didn't turn it off until I'd gotten every ending and taken every story route. To be fair, it only took 5 hours and I've seen people say they've done it in 3. Right from the first choice they give you I was hooked. TBH, the game is really funny, which probably says more about me that I would like. I think to call the humour irreverent might be putting it mildly.

But one thing that did bug me just a little was the tonal shift between the original game and the Re-Up. Specifically with Nicole and Jecka's characters. The first game starts with Nicole telling you she's a sociopath. And for the first game she is largely apathetic to everything around her. She really doesn't care about anything going on around her, or how her actions affect others. But you never get the feeling that she's acting maliciously; it seems more like she's trying to find a way to feel SOMETHING, anything at all. But in the Re-Up, she is very much acting maliciously. She will go out of her way to make others miserable. It's even brought up on a couple routes where she's called out for putting in way, way more effort to get back at a teacher for assigning her work than it would for her to just do the work that was assigned. I mean, maybe this is in character for her? Maybe they only time she feels anything is when she's being a heinous bitch?

Jecka changes a lot between the two games too. In the first game I got the impression she's kind of on the same level as Nicole when it comes to school. She complains about having to go to class, but usually goes along with Nicole with very little persuasion. That's actually pretty much her character in the first game - points out that what Nicole is planning to do is dumb/bad/pointless, then inevitably going along with her anyway with virtually no convincing. In the Re-Up, you see she's actually kind of a serious student. When she tells Nicole she has to go to class she… goes to class. She's planning on going to college, and knows she can't behave like Nicole if she wants to get there. This change in her personality extends to how she deals with Nicole's schemes too. When Nicole crosses a line, she nopes out no matter how much Nicole begs. Again, this might be in character. She may have realized that Nicole is a bad influence on her and taken steps to get back on track.

Also, between the two games the girls went from casual recreational drug use to having a serious drug problem. In fact almost all the student seem to have a serious drug problem in the Re-Up.

I'm also a little sad that they never played into the Miss Lynn x Nicole's Mom thing a bit more. It didn't even spawn any fan art! But, it could work, right? I got the impression that Nicole didn't have anything against Miss Lynn personally - she actually seems to think Miss Lynn is hot - but rather resents her position of authority. And it's the position she resents, not the person in it; there even seemed to be a bit of begrudging respect there. Outside the school setting you'd think they'd get along.

PS. There are two different possible scenes at the start of the Re-Up. Either Nicole just shows up at school and talks to Jecka, or Nicole is in the girls' change room trying to tie a rope to hang herself with. Which scene you get is random (but I think the hanging one is rarer?), so just exit and restart until you get the one you want.

[midnightmah07]

Hii mah! I have no idea if you still want to write these but perhaps Idia and Perse to "Let me distract you." Or "The fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

All these little dabbles so far have just been so good!! I swear your writing is as amazing as your art! 🩷🩵💛

I always stop ask games until people stop sending me stuff, so yeah technically I'm still doing these lol they're fun to make when I want to relax/don't have much to do! Also ty??😭😭 I write just whatever and purely for fun... Guess those years of writing one piece fanfiction really taught me a thing or two

Also I decided to go a bit crazy and make a Greek mythology au, since Perse is slightly based on Persephone anyway and we all know who Idia is based off of🤷🏻‍♀️

"The fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

"I can tell you're hiding, Idia." Perse said as she continued to arrange her flower crown, not once looking up to the god trying – and failing – to discreetly watch her behind a tree. "What is it? Did you miss me so much back in the underworld you could not stand to wait until Fall?" She joked, and Idia frowned.

"As if... I have business to attend and I just– well, ain't visiting his wife what a husband ought to do?" Idia cringed at himself when he said that, but it was the best excuse he could come up with. He did, yes, have business to attend here, however seeing Perse wasn't one of them... Yet he came to her regardless.

"Oh, I see. So you did not miss me." Perse sighed, trying to look upset as she continued to make her flower crown. "It's a shame, really. What have I done to get into a loveless marriage with the god of the underworld..."

"That's not what it looked like when I caught you eating those pomegranates without my permission." He retaliated, sitting beside her on the grass, his touch making the few grass around him die almost instantly, yet Perse touched him all the same, no care in the world. As she did so she showed him the flower crown, placing it on her head.

"So? How do I look?"

"Good."

"Really? That's all you have to say? I look 'good'?" Perse pouted, crossing her arms as Idia rolled his eyes.

"What do you want me to say? You're so demanding." The goddess touched his chin, forcing him to look at her. His face went red but he stood his ground, not saying anything because he was sure he would blurt out something stupid.

"Goodness, you suck at this romance stuff, don't you?"

"How can I make you shut up again?"

Perse smirked, tilting her head almost innocently, yet he knew her all too well for it to be anything but.

"Well, the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me." Idia's hair went comedically pink as it got a bit more wild, matching the look on his face of complete embarrassment. Perse burst into laughter upon seeing his reaction, while Idia simply looked down at his lap, not wanting to be laughed at. Upon realizing this the goddess stopped, wiping a tear from her eye and scooting closer to her husband. She pressed a kiss against his face, a few flowers growing in her own hair as she did so, expressing her true feelings. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed."

Idia frowned at her, ignoring how red his face was, and quickly leaned in before he changed his mind or got too self conscious. More flowers grew on Perse, as well as on the ground; meanwhile Idia's hair started acting more wild than normal, with it turning a beautiful shade of pink.

As he let go, there was a small blue stain on Perse's lip, and he simply looked away again, refusing to look her in the eye. Perse couldn't speak, but she didn't need to, her smile said everything; it truly was the best way to shut her up.