#I had lots of fun and I'm looking forward to seeing how everyone else played and get the chance to play it again with a different angle

[havendance]

New Comics Time! (Pt. 2)

Absolute Superman #2 - This was a fun issue. My favorite parts continue to be the flashbacks to Krypton. Superman's living cape is a very cool effect and I think it's neat that it's going with 'giant leap' over flight for him.

Two Face #1 - Now this is really fun. Loving the art. Loving the courtroom drama and the conflict set up with Harvey. Harvey Dent working the room with a two-faced coin. I'm really looking forward to seeing how this one goes.

DC Horror Presents... #1 & 2 - Poked my head into these issues. The stories in them are mostly just okay, but I did like the Wonder Woman story in issue 1. It played with a lot of fun notes from the Perez run, though with Donna in her red wonder girl costume and Hippolyta dead, the timeline feels muddled.

JSA #2 - This isn't bad and I am intrigued enough to keep reading it, but also there are SO many characters here and it really needs a title page like in old comics where they stick all the names and heads of characters there so you know who's who.

Batman #155 - Not a fan of the affair plot :/ I will say this is giving me throwbacks to Batman: Eternal with Jim getting arrested/framed and the use of the hatter tech.

Birds of Prey #16 - Nice to see some action from everyone else this issue! Looks like there's some fun set up for a fight next issue too. Some cool stuff with the lettering too.

Action Comics #1078 - I see Superboy gets stuck here being the guy to say 'well if it's everyone on earth dies or everyone in the phantom zone dies I think there's an obvious choice.' We get it. Someone had to say it. I am continuing to really enjoy the backup. Patridge’s art is very pretty.

Poison Ivy #28 - I am continuing to enjoy this and this current plot is making me go "I should really read some Swamp Thing comics." Alas, I feel that way about many things.

The Batman & Scooby Doo Mysteries #12 - Leslie!! Another fun issue in this series. A lot of smoke and mirrors as is appropriate for a haunted old theater type mystery.

[kassiekole22]

You're Beautiful

Picture edited by me.

Pairing: Josh Washington x Fem!Reader Description: You reflect on the time when you finally decided were forced to tell your long-time crush — Josh Washington — how you feel. Warnings: Fluff, Friends To Lovers, Pining, A Lot Of Angst Towards The End. Word Count: 1.6k A/N: Fic #2 of the Until Dawn Poll Fic Challenge! Also, this is technically my very first Wendigo!Josh fic! It was pretty fun to write, so expect more in the future. 🤭 Until then, I hope you enjoy this one! 🖤 Josh's MasterList: 🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, @fortune-fool02, @raven-the-cryptid, and @imahyperfixatedbitch. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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"Truth or dare?"

I sat awkwardly in silence as the whole group stared at me with anticipation clear on their faces. I didn't know how I got roped into that stupid party game; it was more for twelve-year-olds than a bunch of people in their late teens.

But there I sat, contemplating my answer as my friends stared at me with a hungry look in their eyes as they waited for me to make a decision. If it had been anybody else, it would have been an easy answer: truth. But this wasn't anybody — this was Jess.

A few people knew about my crush on Josh: Hannah, Beth, Sam, Chris and even Jess too — though I knew that the others would keep their mouths shut until I was ready to express my feelings to him, I also knew that Jess was different. Now I'm not saying that having a friend with a bold and forward personality is a bad thing, but sometimes it can come with a price — and that price was my dignity.

Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I thought Jess would outright tell Josh about my crush — she was smarter than that. I knew for a fact that she would wait and leave me in a situation where I would have to tell him. And tonight was most likely going to be that night.

"Well — truth or dare, (Y/N)?" Jess asked again with a huge smirk growing on her face. The devilish and mischievous look in her eyes didn't help my nerves either. "You have to choose one."

Without giving it a second of thought and panicking due to all the impatient eyes staring me down, I blurted out a word that I knew I'd regret saying fast: "Dare!"

All the eyes widened in the room due to my bold answer, even Jess'. It seemed like nobody expected me to choose dare, since I was always the "play it safe" type of girl. But as fast as that shocked expression etched into Jess' features, a new and more sinister smirk grew.

"Ok." She sang angelicly as a new, and very fake innocence filtered through her voice. "I dare you to..."

I knew damn well that she was only dragging this out to add to the anticipation, because it was clear in her eyes that she already knew her answer. Her eyes burned holes in mine, as her smirk broadened with much excitement.

"Kiss the most beautiful person in the room!"

I nearly choked on my own spit as her words met my ears. Everybody began whispering and looking to see everyone else's expressions, which didn't help the matter. I had told Jess hundreds of times just how beautiful I found Josh to be, so she clearly knew what she was up to.

I glared her down as if I was trying to kill her with my mind, while she merely bit her bottom lip to repress a laugh. I looked around the room to see the ones who knew looking sorry and scared for me, while Emily seemed more focused on her nails than anything, and then Mike seemed almost ready for me to come to him with puckered lips. And then there was Josh, sitting there with a big smile on his face; it was obvious that he was oblivious of the situation.

I heaved a deep and defeated sigh before standing up, passing a very horned-up Mike, and shyly approached the guy I had wanted for so long. He stared up at me with a sweet smile on his face and a look of innocence in his eyes, which was weird for the dirty-minded fucker we all knew he was.

After inhaling and exhaling deeply one more time — almost as if to gain some sort of confidence I knew I wouldn't obtain by one more deep breath — I leaned down in front of him, and gently placed my lips against his own.

The room filled with audible gasps and more whispers, but none of it mattered or seemed incoherent in my now intoxicated mind. I melted into the kiss as my nerves seemed to die down, not giving a damn about what the others were saying or thinking. And to my surprise, he leaned into the kiss as well, seemingly enjoying it as his arms snaked around my form to hold me close. After what felt like an eternity, I pulled back to meet the gaze of a very flustered Josh. I couldn't help but smile at how his eyes were blown wide and his face was as red as a tomato; it was cute, though I knew his face most likely mirrored my own.

I chose that exact moment to lean in again, until my lips were just barely brushing his ear.

"You're the most beautiful man I have ever seen." I whispered softly, so no other could hear my intimate thoughts that were only meant to be heard by the one who meant to most to me.

My heart was pounding — not only from the adrenaline from what I just did, but from the amount of love I felt for him and the excitement I felt, knowing that this may be the start to a future together — a future that would change our lives for the better forever. I couldn't stop smiling, since the amount of happiness I felt couldn't compare to anything I had ever felt before. I knew at that moment that from that day on, things were only going to get better.

That feels like so long ago now...

Now I sit in a hospital room, eagerly waiting for the doctor to give us any kind of news. The only sounds I hear are my heart beat ringing in my ears — no longer due to the happiness I felt two years prior — the sounds of doctors and nurses rushing by to save lives, and the soft cries of Josh's mother as her husband holds her close. I can't stand it — it hurts too much, sitting here while completely powerless. The fear and heartbreak I feel is like nothing I've ever felt before, and I know there is a strong chance that it could only get worse.

I have been going to the hospital every day for two weeks, repeating the same routine as I wait for answers — but barely anything ever comes. So for the time being, I watch the clock intensely, counting the seconds as they tick by — insync with my heartbeat and only making it all the more noticeable. On one hand, I'm happy that Josh is still alive; but just knowing a tiny bit of information about his condition makes it hard to feel any bit of joy. I just want my baby to be ok.

After what felt like a lifetime of waiting, the doctor finally comes out and delivers the news. I'm surprised to learn that he is finally becoming himself again, and asked for one person to come see him: me.

The doctor leads me to a darkened room, and warns me to keep my distance. Apparently, just because Josh is slowly gaining his humanity back, doesn't mean his wild side has gone completely. So I have to be careful and cautious. I enter the room alone, though I know there are cameras on me, watching my every move.

The doctor told me that the only reason the light has been so restricted, is because of the sensitivity of Josh's eyes. Spending two and a half weeks in the pure darkness of the mine weakened his irises and pupils, causing the color to drain from them almost completely and leaving him almost blind. If he is in any type of lighting at this time, it would be equivalent to having his eyes on fire. So for this reason, the room must remain as dark as possible.

There was only a was only a very dull light shining over his bed, provided for seeing purposes for doctors and visitors. And thanks to that little bit of light, I can see enough to move around. And after a few slow and hesitant steps, I approach a bed.

Tears fill my eyes as I stare down at his weakened form; he barely looks like himself anymore. His left cheek is torn, his teeth are sharp and he's the most pale I have ever seen him look. I can't help but notice all the cuts all over his face and arms as well, and I shudder at the fact that I know exactly what did it. It breaks my heart to see his limbs strapped down to the bed, as if he was some sort of psychopath. Though what Josh did would seem pretty psychotic to a stranger's eye, I know in my heart that he isn't — he is just in pain and needs others to feel what he's feeling.

After a few minutes of quiet investigating on my part, Josh slowly turns his head in my direction and opens his eyes. He gazes up at me with a look of sorrow and remorse — as if he's telling me he's sorry with his now pale orbs. I take his hand in my own, quickly noticing the sharp claws replacing his nails. Just as I look down at them in shock, he let's out a mournful sob.

"I-I'm- I'm- a-a-a m-monster-r..." His voice comes out so raspy and coarse, that I nearly don't recognize it. But the sorrow and pain in his tone is strong enough to tell me that he needs me more than ever.

I lean down and place a very gentle kiss to his bruised forehead, before whispering ever so softly, "You're still the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

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[thewriteblrlibrary]

A Step-by-Step Guide to the Weirdest Mush of Storytelling Techniques Known to Human Beings (that works surprisingly well)

SPOILERS - basically you combine anime/manga storytelling with tumblr character obsessions.

Okie dokie human beings, let me just come out of the gate and say that I've been hyperfixated and doing obsessive researching on storytelling methods since I was ten. You hear it all when you deep dive into this:

'You need conflict to drive your story' (wrong... well, not always true. Conflict isn't required but you can use it for funsies)

'Your characters need to be flawed. Give them flaws so they aren't Mary Sues' (Wrong. Traits in and of themselves have both nice and not-so-nice aspects, depending on the situation.

Take 'loyalty' for example. Loyal people can be apologists for those they are loyal to/not be objective when they think about their friends. But they will also be there for their friends... does that mean they are a people pleaser and won't be as nice to themselves? Mary Sues are only there because they are cardboard cutouts and people aren't having fun with them. *See remakes and pointless cash grabs* When you're self-indulgent and ignore the 'don't make the characters too cool' rules, people can tell. You all will have the time of your lives.)

Then you have... the discourse. As a storyteller, reading those made me so insecure about writing characters because I was worried I would anger someone. This method won't assure avoiding all discourse, but it makes the characters more believable and fun to watch. Everyone else can avoid the story. (It isn't for them anyways)

Anywhosies, after years of researching, I've finally, finally found a storytelling methodology that is structured yet insanely flexible, works for any story you're telling (watching tv will never be the same), and is pretty much the exact opposite of trashy Hollywood blockbusters.

So basically, it's: exploring a facet of existence through complex characters and an easy-to-follow plot.

So yea, I've talked in the land of general for too long. This is my modified method from the resources down below. Have fun!

Step One: Characters Concepts.

This will help you a lot when you make characters. Let's go through an existential crisis!

What concept about "how life works/philosophy/the unknown/viewpoint/question" do you want to explore?  This will be the aspect of life that the story attempts to make sense of and give the reader some new understanding or comfort about it. It will be the groundwork and foundation for your story going forward, so feel free to explore as many aspects of this topic as you wish. 

Specific memories can help with this. For example, I used the memory of crying over unfinished crafting projects to write my main WIP. (I was supposed to make this doll dress with my mom and we did part of it, had a lot of fun, then never finished it. A few months later, child-me sat beside the bed and waited for my mom to come out of the bathroom so I could ask her something. In the meantime, I looked underneath the bed and found that unfinished crafting project. I started bawling.)

This memory led me to make my concept: Happiness chasing. Those who want that happy ending so bad so they can have their childhood happiness back. Mostly because they are filled with regret over all the happiness they didn't have when they were little (the 'smart and didn't like to play because they wanted to read books' children... anyone else do this? And regret how little time they spent with other people?)

The second aspect of this concept that came up was the 'avoiding being happy right now because you need to earn it for a happy future' also the 'happiness needs to be perfect... but what exactly does happiness feel like?' and the 'happiness is overrated. I'm satisfied as an observer wandering around the world'

So yea, explore a concept and see where it takes you! It's okay if it's abstract, you can refine it in the next step:

Step Two: characters

~Here we go~

Here we are picking a dynamic, an internal conflict, 'the two wolves'.

Aka: desire vs fear.

And these will be in direct opposition. The character will want something, but the fear will stop them from getting it. Because to get what they want, they have to face what they fear. They cannot exist at the same time.

This took me the longest time to figure out... mostly because no one else spelled it out for me. But it works! Very well! Probably the fastest way to create a complex character!

So you'll take an aspect of your concept. Like: 'trying to replicate the happiness you had when you were little because you are full of regret about not being happy'. Then create a duality/ warring desire and fear off of it.

(Feel free to include all the extra character trait funsies here... just don't get too carried away. That becomes overwhelming fast. We'll talk about that more in the next step)

Here's an example from my WIP:

Anuli the dryad wants to have faer happy ending that fae wanted when fae was little. (I get very specific here because I wrote backstory, feel free to write a very specific image about what a 'perfect world' would look like to the character. What will having that perfect situation mean to them?)

Anuli the dryad fears being happy. Fae thinks that by being happy, fae will make a mistake and ruin others' happy endings. Then fae will be left with nothing but regret. It's wrong for faer to be faerself. (There's a misbelief about the world here. Typically, fears are rooted in false worldviews. So, you can write an opposing viewpoint and create a 'worst case scenario' based off of that.)

Ta da! Now you have a dynamic where the character has a conflicted view of the world and themself. Perfect for angst, fluff, whatever your story needs are! (Why does this sound like an old car salesperson?)

Step three: First meeting

My major issue when writing a new character is how to translate their unique prose style and convey their internal conflict, whilst also trying to figure out plotlines.

This step is entirely my own, and has been SO EXTREMELY helpful. (I'm proud of myself.)

What you'll do is some random writing of your character's internal monologue/how they see the world. Go through your writing from the previous steps and try translating that into prose. Play around with it until you are comfortable. It does not have to be perfect, it just has to be comfortable. If you're having trouble, pick a mini-topic to write about (perhaps something that's been on your mind lately) and see how your character would react to that. Or you can change the style of writing (more parenthesis? be ridiculous? stream of coconsciousness? Third person? Poetic? Change it up until you enjoy writing this character.)

Here's an example from my writing (this is my second WIP and it's a biology fanfiction.). I'm including it all because I messed around a bit and tried different things. I ended up setting for an informal semi-stream of consciousness style (partially to offset the complexity of biology and partially because that's who Cassiah wanted to be):

(It is... long. So scroll and skim, this is a messy example.) <3

I ended up going for first person instead of third. And I always go for past tense...plus a poetic style is a bit.. much for a biology fanfiction... and I wanted Cassiah to be a nervous mess on the inside while keeping up a 'full of themself' exterior. Therefore:

Feel free to include notes for yourself! This is a great place to refine and edit the writing you did in the previous steps! You can also do some exploring about worldbuilding (I may make another post for that) and congrats! A lot of what you are writing here becomes the character's behaviors that they've gotten from their internal conflict. These are a lot more specifc (and a lot more helpful) than character traits like 'loyal'.

Okie dokie, you can always come back to this for some writing relaxation, and now we go towards everyone's favorite part:

Step four: the plot the tragic backstory:

Note that this doesn't necessarily have to be tragic. All this has to do is showcase the exact moment where the character got their internal conflict. You can do this with the desire, with the fear, or both! (Although typically you'll see the fear backstory... unless it's a Disney movie or Haikyuu)

'But wait!' You ask. 'Plotting is hard! And I need to have this backstory be perfec-'

So the method I followed had this thing where you would write one backstory scene where the fear came from, then three more backstory scenes where the character chose to follow the fear instead of the want and became more conflicted. You can do that if you wish (I'll give you a resource to help with plotting in a bit.)

What I like doing is... having fun? I rewrote my backstory scenes so much and got so stressed with it. (My main WIP has been my writing project since I was ten and I worked on it nonstop... but it JUST got a full backstory written.)

My method for writing backstory changes for each character I write. For that main WIP, I started trying to write the backstory for the backstory, and tried stopping myself from doing that. Which was a mistake. Nowadays I'll write pre-backstory for fluff, and how the fear complicates things after a twist. (Usually I get this specfic aspect of my concept that I want to explore through storytelling and I'll write a snippet about it), and my MC just gets more ridiculous every time I write faer.

All in all... you can just use the plotting method discussed in the next step for the backstory: kishotenketsu. If you do this, then I recommend that you use ki and sho for the 'want' portion. (some fluffy childhood goals if you will.). Then use ten and ketsu for the fear that complicates things and the aftermath.

But overall I recommend (for all scenes that you write) that you always connect whatever is happening to the character's internal dynamic. This is what gives weight to your story. And you've already practiced writing your character's internal monologue, so now it's time to relax, be ridiculous, write some bad stuff, and find the exact moments where the character's internal conflict came from.

I haven't gotten to this point with my biology fanfiction yet (been executive dysfunctioning until recently... the stars have aligned or smth.) but here's my initial prose-sketch:

From here, I'll write a more specific backstory (I tend to get bored of long scenes though, so I imagine I'll do my 'tiny section prose snippet style') to depict how Cassiah got their fear, then I'll write a bit showcasing how they started envying others and their confidence (the desire). Afterwards it'll be Cassiah being internally conflicted hijinks until they inevitably get themself in a ton of trouble.

Okie dokie everyone... now it's time for the plot present-day character explorations.

Step Something-or-other: Keep doing what you're doing, but technically this is the start of the story.

So there's this whole 'inciting incident' and blah blah blah.

Start your story when it becomes impossible for the character to avoid their fear anymore, which causes them to chase after their desire.

...I'm going to include a video for kishotenketsu because... I've been typing... for hours.... and I'll do an overview but video.

So kishotenketsu is the overall plot structure that anime and manga uses. Very flexible, very nice. I keep it in the back of my mind when I'm writing, making sure to connect everything back to the character's internal conflict (make sure they react to things and make decisions.)

Here's a scene card to help you with 'smaller scale' plotting:

So instead of the plot part I use kishotenketsu. And usually I'll write actual prose for the character's monologue (like we did for the freewriting) for the 'why it matters'. (What is the plot causing them to think and feel like? And what do they want to do to fix things?)

'And So?' is usually a decision that effects the plot moving forward. You can also just have a change in perception. Just something new to give the scene meaning.

Whoopdedoo so I'll do a quick overview of kishotenketsu, and then I'll list my resources if you want to do any further digging. My advice in general is to make up your own methodology for writing, and figure out what works best for you.

Kishotenketsu:

Ki - introduction: introduce the characters, their world, where they are at, what matters to them, and most importantly - their internal conflict/what aspect of your concept they represent.

Sho - development: The plot develops toward the twist later. You can use the scene cards for this part, it should have some cause and effect and it should develop and explore the character's internal world.

Ten - twist: this is where an obstacle occurs. Bonus points if it relates to the fear/desire. The character now has to change their perspective and deal with the aftermath of the twist.

Ketsu: I forget what this stands for - the aftermath. How do they deal with the effects of the twist?

Okie dokie fellow storytellers! Now go forth! And Remember! I SPENT WAY TO LONG WRITING THIS IT"S SO LONG WTFUDSICLE ICEPOPS IS THIS LENGTH IT"S TOO LONG

Resources:

Books: Story Genius (where I got the scene card from.)

Videos on kishotenketsu: First one. Second one.

Someone rewrote twilight and it was so helpful for my writing

And... funny story... my brother got viruses on his computer and now I can't pirate anime see 'restricted videos' on youtube because of ristricted mode.

So the Hannah person that rewrote Twilight? Search for 'physic distance' Very helpful.

Also look up. 'Zoe Bee poetry.' the basics of poetry are extremely helpful.

Things you should watch (the gifs)

Rise of the Teenage mutant ninja turtles

The promised neverland

Your Name

A silent Voice

Hilda

Avatar: the last airbender

Wolfwalkers

Song of the Sea

Amphibia

The Girl from the other side

Haikyuu (how did something get me to like a sport this is insanity)

Good Omens (I can't actually watch it because homophobic parents but I've seen all the clip compilations.)

[meademalove]

Viv's words -

"I hope that everyone understands that my time at Arsenal over seven years has been very special to me."

"Obviously, I would've really, really liked to end the story in a different way, but in the end, I think I had to prioritise myself in this decision, and for some people, it'll be hard to understand. Others will be like, yeah, I fully get what you decided to do."

"In my career I've always tried to make decisions based off feeling and at a lot of points in my career I have prioritised me being happy off the pitch me and being part of the team because it would mean more to me to win things with Arsenal than with other teams back in the day."

"I think I was at that point that I was obviously coming back from my ACL injury and I just wanted to do what was best for me and I wanted to get a fair chance of playing and being treated in the right way. And that's why I was potentially looking to see if there was something else."

"Sometimes you just need to take care of yourself, and as hard as that is and as hard and difficult my last couple months have been, I just want to look back at that time with positivity and that I have had a really nice time shared over seven years and I am just really, really looking forward right now to not look back and to look forward and to start wearing the City kit."

"I think throughout my career and over the last couple choices I've had to make, there's always been two main subjects for me that are really, really important."

"I think that's first of all what my football heart is saying so it's really important how a club plays, what their philosophy is, what their ambitions are."

"And second of all is that I can also be myself and be happy off the pitch. After considering and thinking for a long, long time I just felt like City tick both of those boxes. I'm just really excited to be part of a team that share the same ambition as me and also that are really thinking about the way they play."

"We have obviously spoken about it," Miedema said when asked about playing against Mead and Arsenal. "I always said to all the Arsenal girls, I wish them best and I genuinely hope that they achieve great things but not at the cost of city. So when it comes to those games right now it is me and City first, then we'll go from there."

"Obviously it's going to be fun to play against each other and to play against my friends from Arsenal too and may the best win."

[shewhopats]

Overwatch characters watching your kid

I've been thinking about writing some silly short stories about OW characters getting stuck watching someone's kid, but I figured I would make this guide for my headcannon for the kind of babysitter each of them would be.

Brigitte and Reinhardt would make you the most nervous with their methods. Lots of rough-housing, throwing them around and into the air, giving your kid sugar, letting them climb things, and overall just encouraging mayhem and rule-breaking. "You mom/dad doesn't let you do this at home? Well, they're not here, are they?" Your kid will come home thoroughly exhausted, but bitter about you not being as fun as they are.

Orisa would make the same mistakes as Brigitte and Reinhardt, but more out of ignorance and inexperience. Like letting your kid stay up too late, because she doesn't understand why going to bed at a decent time is important, or feeding them something that makes them sick because that's what they said they wanted to eat. Unintentionally lets your kid walk all over her, but once you teach her how it's done, she'll be your go-to option when you need a break.

Zenyatta would be so intrigued by the natural imagination and curiosity of children. He'd provide lots of different toys, art supplies, and time for unrestricted and uninstructed play. A one-man enrichment program. Just don't try to tell him there are boy toys and girls toys. Your kid will be allowed to play with whatever they want. He would also unironically have a blast playing pretend with dolls or action figures. I'm talking a 25-part narrative with backstories, lore, worldbuilding, and an Endgame-style final conflict.

Genji, Kiriko, Tracer, and B.O.B would be the kings and queens of "don't tell your parents." Extra screen-time, taking them out for ice cream, staying up a little later then their normal bedtime, etc. What I would call "a healthy amount of rule-breaking." They have everyone else convinced they are Responsible™ but you can't help noticing that your kid is always excited to hangout with them.

Ana and Torbjorn could be depended on the same way you can trust grandma and grandpa. They've had kids, so they know all the tips, tricks, and games to keep your kid clean, fed, safe, and happy. Just don't tell them some dumb shit like "organic, non-gmo fruits only." Your kid will be eating bananas from the supermarket like everyone else. But for more sensible rules, even the ones they don't agree with, they will follow them.

Echo will make you fill out a 200-question survey and write an essay on how you want your kid cared for. She will follow every instruction down to the letter, and send you updates every 30 minutes. If your kid sneezes, she will call you to ask about it. The downside is your kid will probably hate her for being such a rules monger.

Baptiste, Illari, Lucio, and Sojourn would try so hard to be responsible and follow your instructions, but puppy-eyes work on them 80% of the time. Your home will look like a warzone when you get back, but they'll help you clean up.

Lifeweaver, Pharah, Mei, and Zarya would get a whiff of that specific smell babies have that makes your DNA scream at you to make one yourself. They would be the sweetest, most gentle caretakers on this list. They'll spend most of the time snuggling on the couch, watching T.V. and drinking hot coco. Would let your kid give them a makeover, paint their nails, and play with their hair. Would read to and rock them to sleep, tuck them in really snug. They'd probably look forward to seeing your kid again, and every time you happen upon one of them, they'll only ask what's going on with the kiddo.

Sombra, Symmetra, and Widowmaker would rather be water-boarded then spend five minutes with those sticky-fingered cunt goblins you call kids.

Ashe, Hanzo, and Winston would happily agree to babysit for you, thinking they will be serviceable at it. How hard could it be? Then an hour later they call you, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and beg you to come back, because your kid is crying or throwing a tantrum. They definitely have the potential to be great caretakers, but they would need someone to walk them through it at first.

Bastion and Sigma definitely WANT to give babysitting a try, but they understand why that's probably not a safe idea. They would question your intelligence if you asked them.

Cassidy and D.va would take your kid to McDonalds or somewhere else with else with a play-place, and let them go wild while they sit on a bench nearby. They will do the bare minimum amount of work to keep your kid alive, because they have better things to do. Would only babysit as a favor for you if no one else is available.

Mercy is married to her work, and Ramattra is dedicated to his mission. If you somehow convince them to watch your kid for even a single hour, they'll set-up a playpen with whatever toys they like, toss in a sippy cup and snack every now and then, and ignore their existence while they do their usual business.

Doomfist, Moira, Reaper, and Soldier: 76 would tape your kid to a chair the first time it annoys them. I know there's the fandom joke of S76 being the dad of the team, but he's always come off as grumpy and impatient to me.

Your kid would love the junkers (Junker Queen, Junkrat, Roadhog, Wrecking Ball) for all the wrong reasons. They would teach your kid how to make a grenade launcher out of plastic bottles and rubber bands, 37 new swear words, and how to punch people in the throat. Unless you want to get a call from the school about your kid blowing up the chemistry room, I would choose literally anyone else to babysit.

Mauga would use your kids to get dates. He'll take your daughter to a dance class and talk to any single parents about how much of a family man he is and how difficult being a single dad. He'll take your son to play catch in a park so he has an excuse to take his shirt off and flex his muscles. He'll coach your kid to walk up to someone and say, "my uncle thinks your pretty, so maybe you can play with us."

[eventinelysplayground]

Shattered

This is my second last fic for my 50 follower event and was requested by the delightful @fang-and-feather whose ask I put up on Tuesday if you want to take a look. This fic was hard to get the idea for but then I ended up getting an element I wanted and built two different ideas around that that weren't working so I dissected them and took parts of both along with the element and here it is. I had a lot of fun with this one, it felt like I could be a bit more daring with it in a way. I also switch pov at the end but it's mostly in Comtes. I hope you enjoy the fic Fang and thanks so much for the congrats and all your support especially when I first started out you have no idea how much it meant to me. An outing, a memory and one bad action tempt Comte. Mentions of alcohol, suspected infidelity, pregnancy and blood, WC approx 1929.

The night was warm with the subtle scent of flowers carried on the wind as the moon danced in and out between the clouds. Comte stood alone on the balcony, a glass in one hand and a half empty bottle of whiskey on the top rail. He had managed to outrun his thoughts since this afternoon but now in the stillness of the night he was at their mercy.

She looked absolutely stunning this afternoon, her smile was so radiant.

Comte took a long sip from his glass then let out a short self deprecating chuckle.

Really, this is unbecoming of me. It was all my own choices, I have no one else to blame. It's for the best anyway I would only have ruined her life.

When he had first started to notice that Mitsuki and Arthur were developing feelings for eachother he said nothing, believing his own feelings for her nothing but a passing desire that would be quickly forgotten. He'd had more than his fair share of romances just like that in even his long lifetime and yet…yet as time continued forward he realized just how wrong he was.

Mitsukis appearance at the mansion had brought a light and joy to their lives. She had touched all their hearts but only Arthur had been able to touch hers. Every time he witnessed them together, their happiness, devotion, love for one another, the warmth he felt to see her so happy warred with an ugly darkness in his heart. The darkness only grew as time went on and Mitsuki got even closer to him.

She certainly did manage to work her way past all my walls without even trying. She's always reached out and tried to see the best in everyone even then….

‘What were you thinking!?’

‘I knew you were a filthy klootzak but this is low even for you.’

‘Didn't think you'd be the type to settle down but I hoped for cara mias sake that I was wrong.’

‘How did you not even make it six months!?’

‘Newt, What the bloody hell are you all going on about!?’

‘You're going to play dumb?’

Theo had moved to grab Arthur by the lapels and Comte had been the one to stop him.

‘Calm down all of you, let's see if Arthur has anything to say at least.’

‘Anything to say to what? I don-’

‘You better think of something better than that after the way cara mias been crying.’

‘Wait, Mitsuki is upset? What happened?’

‘Like you don't know.’

‘Arthur enough games-’

‘I swear Comte I'm not playing any g-’

Arthur's eyes had gone wide with a sudden revelation.

‘Mitsuki!’

Arthur went to run past them up the stairs but Napoleon caught him by the arms.

‘Damn it all, let go Leon! I swear to all of you this isn't what you think. That bird was-’

‘Choose your next words very carefully Arthur.’

Comtes eyes were cold and voice commanding.

‘That bird was someone I had spent a few nights with years ago before Mitsuki ever arrived. She had gone overseas, family issues or something I honestly don't remember but she's been gone for years and just got back and-’

‘And she's been gone long enough she had no idea.’

‘Exactly! I was coming back from my publishers when she just bloody well threw herself into my arms and started kissing me. I mean do you all really not know me better than that? I've answered enough of your questions, I need to see Mitsuki.’

‘Let him go Napoleon but Arthur, you best be telling the truth, for your own sake if not for hers.’

Comte recalled that the whole mansion was tense that night and they all took turns keeping an ear out for any hint of trouble from a respectable distance. After a few hours Leonardo had come down smirking and declaring that ‘any screaming now wouldn't be from anger’. It had only been about eight months prior and the emotions that just the memory of that incident brought forward caused Comte to smash his glass on the top rail littering it with glass.

She's too good and pure for him. Forgiving him after hurting her like that even if it was unintentional, and now be giving him a child after it all.

Comte sighed and looked down at the broken glass.

Well now, that wasn't very mature of me. I should be happy that she forgave him and they're able to continue to be so happy…

Comte lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, drinking back the last of its contents. He looked up into the night sky smiling as his thoughts returned to the afternoon.

‘Don't you think that this is all a bit much?’

‘Whatever do you mean?'

‘I mean you've bought multiple things from every store we've been in today! I didn't need those new dresses and on top of that you're also spoiling this baby before it even gets here!’

‘Nonsense Cherie, I could never dote on you or the child enough to ever come close to spoiling either of you. You deserve all of it and more.’

‘Really I-'

Suddenly they had both heard soft laughter from nearby. When Comte turned around there was an older woman standing there smiling fondly at them.

‘Just let him do as he pleases dearie, if your husband's anything like mine was nothing you say will deter him.’

‘Oh but he’s-’

‘Listen to her words of wisdom ma Cherie, plus have you ever been able to convince me before?’

‘Well no…’

‘If it makes you feel better dear , think of it as payment for the hard work soon to come.’

‘Who are you bothering now?’

The older woman clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes.

‘I’m not bothering anyone, I was just telling the young dear here to accept as many gifts as her husband desired to provide her and their child with.’

The old gentleman who had approached quickly cast an appraising look over Mitsuki then Comte noticed his lips turning up into a faint yet fond smile.

‘A word of advice son, pace yourself unless you don't mind spending all your wealth spoiling them.’

‘See he agrees with me, you're spoiling them already.’

‘I still say you should let him.’

‘Hahaha of course you would, come my dear leave the young couple to enjoy themselves.’

‘If you insist, oh but wait! Congratulations to you both.’

‘Comte, why didn't you correct them?’

‘Hmmm? Is the thought of being married to me that horrible?’

‘No, of course not! I didn't mean-’

‘Haha it’s alright cherie, honestly they just seemed happy and besides it didn't cause any harm’

‘I suppose not.’

It was nice to dream if only for a brief moment. If I hadn't dismissed my feelings, not been afraid to lose what we did have then maybe…

“Comte?”

The sudden voice startled Comte and he turned towards the door.

“Cherie, what are you doing up so late?”

“Sleeping is becoming incredibly difficult lately and this heat isn't helping. What about you, could you not sleep?”

I wish it were that simple.

“Something like that, come let me take you back inside.”

“No, I'd prefer to stay out here. The breeze is really cool and-”

“Cherie don't-”

“Ouch!”

Comtes warning came too late as Mitsuki placed her hand on top of the shards of broken glass. Blood began to trickle down her palm and fingers momentarily freezing him to the spot.

“I'm so sorry, Comte! I should have been more careful.”

Comte said nothing, his gaze fixed on the trails of blood while the rest of him desperately fought the intense burning in his throat.

“I should go and get-”

“No!”

“Comte?”

Comte closed the small distance between them staring down at Mitsukis bloodied hand for a moment before lifting it upwards.

Maybe it wouldn't have to be a dream.

Comte lifted Mitsukis hand higher to his lips and lapped at her blood before sinking his fangs into her soft flesh. The taste of her blood on his tongue as it passed over it and down his throat was heavenly and sweet. He felt her knees begin to give and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist as he-

“Comte!?”

Comte shook his head slightly as he was pulled back to reality, he held Mitsukis hand dangerously close to his lips. She was looking at him with wide eyes filled with fear and confusion.

I just need another minute... to compose myself.

Comte took his free hand and removed a shared of glass from Mitsukis palm before removing a handkerchief and pressing it into her slightly trembling fingers.

“There doesn't appear to be any more glass in the wound.”

“Thank you for checking.”

Comte could tell Mitsuki was relaxing again and so he released her hand and started walking towards the door.

“Wait here cherie. I'll go and fetch a first aid kit and send Arthur or Sebastian out with it. We wouldn't want you to wander into any of the other residents like that.”

“Alright.”

Comte left the balcony without another word or a backward glance. His throat was burning out of control and his mind was racing.

That was too close, how could I have scared her like that! She looked so frightened and-

“Luv? Oh Comte, sorry old chap I thought I smelled-”

Comte looked down at his hand and noticed he had traces of Mitsukis blood on him.

“She's fine Arthur, just a bad cut. I was actually on my way to get a first aid kit then find you or Sebastian.”

“Where is she?”

“On the balcony.”

Comte watched Arthur head off down the hallway towards the balcony for a moment then continued on to his own room where he locked the door behind him.

Arthur found Mitsuki standing on the balcony cradling her hand, one of Comtes handkerchiefs pressed against it.

“What happened luv?”

“Arthur! I just cut myself on some glass that's all.”

Arthur took in the scene before him and put together with what Mitsuki told him of her and Contes outing and the way he looked it made his eyebrows furrow.

“Are you sure you're alright?”

“Yes, Comte took the shard of glass out and then gave me his handkerchief.”

Arthur let go of a breath he wasn't aware he was holding as he inspected Mitsukis hand. Finding no shards he began to wrap her palm.

“Once the bleeding has mostly stopped I'll clean and wrap it properly for you. It shouldn't take long, now come here.”

Arthur pulled Mitsuki towards him, placing a kiss to the top of her belly before turning her away from him and wrapping his arms tightly around her. They stood there in silence for awhile when Mitsuki suddenly tilted her head upwards.

“Was Comte ok?”

“Why do you ask luv?”

“He seemed….hurt.”

Arthur sighed remembering the fevered look in Comtes eyes and glimpse of his fangs he had caught during their brief exchange.

“It's nothing that won't heal with time.”

“Are you sure?”

Arthur looked down at Mitsuki and saw the concern in her eyes. He wasn't sure at all but he couldn't bear to tell her that so he smiled and kissed the top of her nose.

“The old chap is stronger than he looks so don't worry about him, just focus on this right now.”

Arthur moved his hands to caress over Mitsukis belly and she laughed.

“Alright Arthur, I trust you.”

I really do hope his willpower holds out but regardless… I know we'll both do what we need to do to keep you safe.

[izelthewashbear]

Dancing on the razor wire (fragment)

I actually had a lot of fun writing this one, but it's not performing all that well on AO3 - I hope you guys still like it and will give it a read!

The big, stone plateau just past Entertainment mountain seemed even more barren and empty than usual. The only thing of note was a path leading between some of the bases, and remnants of an old campfire around where the players were brought into this world. When Scott arrived, he secretly hoped that Pearl either gave up or forgot about the arrangement and wasn't going to show up. He felt his stomach turn the moment he noticed her, standing on the opposite side of the area. She was already wearing her red hoodie of vengeance, despite only being on her yellow life. Two diamond sickles laid in her hands, like extensions of her own body. All this imagery brought Scott back, and immediately made him feel sick. He sneakily put his hand on the sabre's hilt.

"I thought you wanted to talk" he admitted, taking the first step towards her. 

"I do... But you brought a weapon, didn'tcha, Scotty?"

"So did you. We can both drop it, or we can both hold on to them. It's up to you."

"Y'know, I'd actually keep them close..." Pearl chuckled, also taking a few steps forward. "At least you don't have any TNT on you, as far as I can see..."

"Oh, so it really is about Double life, huh?" Scott sighed, nervously playing with his hair. "You're really still mad at me over it?"

"How could I not be? After you left me alone, after you teamed up with everyone else over me, after you k-" Pearl suddenly covered her eyes with her forearm, letting out a maniac cackle. "Actually, there is something I wanted to do here, Scotty."

"What? Kill me?" Scott took a step back, his whole body tensing at the prospect of a fight.

"What? No, of course not... Not straight up, at least" she smirked. Pearl attached the sickles to her belt. Then she took off her hood and started tying up her hair into a messy bun. "I want to set our record straight. I wanna see if I'd actually win against you, if you didn't kill yourself like a coward."

"I'm not gonna fight you, Pearl" he exclaimed in a stern voice.

The woman looked up at him, grabbing her weapons again. She joined their hilts together and with a click, they connected and extended into a staff with two curved blades at the end. She looked completely sure about her idea. Scott huffed, tightly gripping Martyn's sabre. It looked like there was no way to avoid confrontation at this point.

Suddenly, Pearl lunged forward, swinging her staff. Scott took a startled step back, tripping over the rocks and falling to the ground. The woman chuckled, a hint of red glistening in her eyes.

"C'mon, Scotty! Make me feel like I earned my win!"

[writingkeepsmewhole]

Party Games

This is part 6 for The Bet. I hope you like it. I had away to much fun writing this.

Draco Malfoy X Reader 

Fic Summery: Draco bets reader she can’t make him fall for her.

Part Summery: At the party Reader and Draco have a conversation.

Warnings: Maybe a word or something not for sure.

Let me know if you want to be tagged in something.

Part 1 Part 5

“This was your best couples pose?” Draco says from behind me.

We weren't touching except for his legs on either side of mine.

“They said your favorite is not the best and no it’s not my favorite either.” I say looking around the room.

Other couples were sitting and standing. Everyone was talking, music playing overhead so you could only hear whoever was closest to you. Everyone cuddled up or hugged. All in different poses you would share with your crush.

“I feel sorry for whoever hates PDA.” I say more to myself than anyone.

“Do you?” Draco asks from behind me.

“No. I mean I wouldn’t go too far in front of everyone but hugging, kissing sure.” I say shrugging. Then mentally slapping myself for just letting that slip out.

I was getting more and more relaxed the more I was around him. Maybe it was the shot I took. Yeah that was it.

“So what’s your favorite position?”

“Excuse me?” I ask turning to face him.

“I meant a couple poses or whatever.” He says, rolling his eyes.

“Sure you did. You just want to know how to get me off.” I say, swearing I make him blush.

Him clearing his throat.

“Just answer the bloody question.”

“Depends. I guess.” I say facing back forward. Arching my back from leaning forward so much trying not to touch him more than I had to.

“You can relax, you know. I won’t bite.”

“All snakes bite.” I say more to myself than him. A warning I told myself when I first met him.

“Only if you ask me to.” He says, making me chuckle.

“What’s with you tonight?” I ask looking over my shoulder.

“Must be the drink. I just say whatever pops into my head.”

“That sounds about right.” I say, agreeing with him. Noticing it a few times already.

“So you want to bite me huh?” I ask, that thought proving my point when it comes out my mouth.

“It’s…kinda…” He says fighting back words.

“One of your things. Of course it is. So you're embarrassed by it or your girlfriend doesn't like it.”

“Pansy doesn't like it.”

“Some girls don’t like pain.” I say, shrugging. Not shocked by that news but I didn’t see her drawing a hard line at biting. Who knows.

“You do?” He asks, a glint of something in his eyes.

“Like pain? No. But biting is different.” I say, shrugging, taking a mentally note to stop doing that.

Sighing I take a deep breath and let myself relax, leaning back I lay on his chest trying not to think about how I slotted into place like a puzzle piece.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah. Why are you always worrying about what’s okay? Or if I'm okay.”

“I don’t worry about whether you're okay. But consent is important to me. You have the right to say no just like anyone else.” I say, trying not to look at him.

“You’re so weird.” He says softly.

I nod agreeing with him.

“So do you think we will really have to be like this for an hour?”

“Most likely the twins like playing with people.”

“What other tasks do you think they have?”

“I’m guessing playful stuff like this. Everyone is having a good time but us.” I say, watching people all at ease. None of them seem to be having heavy conversations.

“You're not having a good time?”

“I kinda wanna take a nap to be honest. I didn’t sleep much last night.”

“Why?” He asks, sounding like he cared.

“I just have a lot going on. School is kinda kicking my butt this year.” I say chewing my lip to make me stop talking.

“Snape seems pretty rough on you this year.” He says, his breath brushing my neck.

I don’t say anything back. My head starts to hurt as it tries to get my thoughts out.

“How's your arm?” I ask him no longer in a sling.

“You mean the one that bloody bird broke.”

“You deserved you. But yes that one.”

“It’s fine. I can play quidditch this weekend.”

I nod not really listening to him. I could feel eyes on me, them burning a hole in me as I turned and I saw Pansy glaring at me. Her partner's arm wrapped around her shoulders as they stood next to a table of snacks.

“Are you listening to me?” Draco asks, I shake my head.

“No. Pansy is trying to kill me with her gaze.” I say looking over at her.

I feel him chuckle under me, his arms moving to lazily wrap around my middle and settle on my stomach.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you win the bet.” He says, making me remember that cursed agreement.

“Oh right. That.” I say trying not to think about the few weeks ago when I kissed him. When for a second I let myself pretend that me and him could happen.

It took all of the next day to hear him complaining about something to wake me up once again.

“Why do you want me to win?” I ask remembering what he said a few weeks ago but I wrote that off as him trying to get something out of me.

Right now he couldn’t lie it seemed, none of us could.

“I don’t know…” He says, balling his fists up, him fighting his mind not to answer.

“You don’t have to tell me. Just wanted to know the real reason.”

He nods but doesn't say a word.

“Do you want to win?” He asks, flipping it back on me.

“Yes.” I say biting my tongue as it slips out before I can stop it.

“Why?”

Sighing I find myself absentmindedly playing with his slytherin ring without realizing I'm doing it as my mind thinks about my answer.

“I want to get back at Pansy and I think you are better off without her.” I say, surprised when he takes the ring off and drops it into my hand. My fingers twirling it around like I’ve played with it a thousand times. 

“Who I’m I better off with?” He whispers his breath brushing my ear.

“Anyone but her. I think she makes you meaner than you want to be.” I say, putting his ring back on his finger as I watch the twins walk towards us.

“Well you too look cozy.”

“That’s kind of the plan right?” I ask looking up at them.

“Yeah, we thought we would let you pick the next game.”

“Why me? Don’t you two have this whole night planned. What is this anyway? Some weird fetish or are you just crazy?” I say earning a laugh.

“We wanted everyone to stop looking in the obvious places for love.” They say grinning, making me glare at them.

“That’s a load of crap but anyways yeah sure I’ll pick. I pick whatever gets me out of my head the fastest.”

“We were hoping you would say that.” They say at the same time grinning making my stomach drop.

‘What did I do?’ I think as they get up onto the take getting everyone's attention once more.

[ophernelia]

With the new expansion pack releasing next month, do you like it? What's your thoughts and opinions of it?

From what I've seen it looks fun! I'm really excited to see the community get their hands on it and play with it. I hope it works well right out the box. I hope the update doesn't break anything and that modders have an easy time working with it. Most of my excitement for it comes from knowing everyone else will enjoy it. I also do really like how mature the pack is. The Sims needed that grown and sexy aspect. They cater a lot to the family friendly side, which is fine because it's good for marketing, but adult players needed a little extra attention to. I think it's tastefully done with how silly and cartoony it is too, so it's nothing to jarring for the franchise.

For me personally, I don't really play the game, (I don't use any of the gameplay features. I only build and use CAS to make my series) so it doesn't have much of an intrigue aside from the world and the build items. I'm looking forward to seeing more of that. I love that the world is Mexico inspired. I love the little glimpse of the cityscape we got. I also love how big it is. I think someone said it has about 11 lots or so. GOOD. The more lots the better. So far, it looks good. I, of course, wanna see more of it to form a better opinion. I want to see how it performs when it releases. The Sims hasn't had a really good and functioning pack in a minute, so I hope this one is it.

[nuvoloso]

I'll be there.

Oikawa x masc reader (he/they)

Support is something I just know that silly little volleyball captain craves from a s/o. This is about somebody who tries their hardest to give him that, even if sometimes it's a swing and a miss.

This one's in first person, y/n is the soccer captain at seijoh, dating Oikawa, yeah yeah you get it. the little ~~ means change in view or time, it'll make sense as you read.

[Side note: I play soccer, so if I write in another sport, it's always gonna be that until somebody tells me to do something else so yeah slay]

Word Count: 4233

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Spring was always a busy time for me, but especially so this year. The captain of the volleyball team, Oikawa Tōru, and I had (to the dismay of his many fans) started dating. Not only were they devastated because surprise! He's gay, but now he was also taken. I loved it though, they'd swarm him and I'd infiltrate their ranks, my lovely Tōru only embracing me, not giving those girls a second glance. Sometimes I'd play with them and flirt with him loudly, just to see how long before they got so jealous they had to leave. Honestly such a fun game to play.

Anyway, spring was crazy this year because Tōru had a ton of volleyball shit going on, and I had soccer tournaments too. We'd made each other promise when we got serious that we'd make it to each other's games whenever we had the chance. Of course we both understood the importance of keeping grades and appearances up since we both wanted to go into the athletic field post-grad. However, we also understood the importance of supporting each other, so we really did try our best.

Sometimes for me that meant if I knew I had a game the same day or I wouldn't be able to be there for whatever reason, I came to practices leading up to it or took him out to dinner afterwards.

When I could make it, despite not totally understanding everything, I cheered louder than anybody else when Tōru was up for serve or if he did something especially dazzling.

Today, he would be playing against Karasuno, which he was especially excited about. He had been telling me all about it yesterday, I guess there was this Kageyama kid that he went to junior high with that he'd be playing against for the first time. He said that during a practice match they'd had not long ago, Kageyama and some other kid had done some kind of super fast move that had upset a lot of players on the team. He was really looking forward to cracking down on them, it was almost scary.

"You'll be there today right?" He asked me, shutting the door to his locker. I was leaning up against the others next to his, thinking about my schedule today.

"I should be, unless something comes out of the blue. I'm not anticipating anything getting in the way though." He grinned at me, his smile infectiously making its way onto my face. "You better not be lame." I threatened, but he brushed it off and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the cafeteria so we could get lunch.

"I'm never lame, and this game is gonna be fast paced so even you will find it entertaining, I can almost promise it." His hand gripped mine tightly, like he always did when he was excited or determined.

I smiled at him as we made our way down the stairs, "Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it later."

As we got our food and looked around for a place to sit, a few others from the volleyball team were furiously waving us over to them. Tōru dragged me over to them, despite my wanting to sit with guys from my team.

"Y/n! Are you coming to the game tonight? Gonna watch us kick Karasuno's ass?" Iwaizumi asked, I guess Tōru wasn't the only one hyped for this game.

"I should be, I've got nothing on my schedule for later. Is everybody so excited for this thing? I thought Karasuno wasn't any good at volleyball anymore." The team all shook their heads, everyone started talking at once about different people on the team and what they could do, a lot of the conversation based around the freak duo.

The team continued to chatter away about the game and everything they were looking forward to, I just quietly listened, catching every third word. Tōru's games were always in the evening which was nice because it meant they were usually just after when I finished up at practice. But, it also meant I had to either shower and change in a massive hurry and bolt to the gym, or I had to just go in my soccer stuff, I did a healthy balance of both.

My mind had drifted to thinking about what drills we'd be doing today, hoping that it wasn't going to be a push day since I wanted to get cleaned up before the game later. I felt a hand on my shoulder, lightly shaking me which brought me back to the present.

"You in there somewhere, y/n?" Tōru asked, I cracked a smile and briefly apologized for spacing out. "Do you really find my favorite sport in the world so boring?" I couldn't immediately tell if he was joking or not, so I decided to play it safe and assume he was serious.

"Of course not, I was just thinking about the plan for practice today, I might try to convince coach to let us have a rest day so I can have time to clean up before I come watch. I'd never think volleyball was boring, you play it after all." He seemed to like that answer.

Soon enough, the bell had rang and we parted ways with the rest of his team and went back up to our classrooms. I walked with Tōru to his and lingered with him until I really needed to get to my own. He pouted as I left him, but I just laughed at the stupid look on his face and made my way out.

When I got to my own class I found a few of my teammates talking to each other, greeting me as I entered.

"Hey captain! Excited for later today?" One of them asked, I naturally nodded, assuming he was talking about the volleyball game later. It looked like he was going to say something else, but our teacher entered and they quickly dispersed getting back into their seats.

The later half of the day went by slowly, but eventually we were released. Alongside my few teammates that were in my class, we headed down to the school's main gym so we could get changed before getting out to the field. My team had an interesting energy today, it seemed like they were all pretty pumped for practice even though it was a regular day.

I didn't say anything though, and focused on getting changed and making sure all my stuff was good to go in case I needed to get out quickly to catch Tōru's game. Needless to say, I was very determined to make it to this one. I hadn't been able to make it to one of Tōru's real games in a while since they nearly always lined up with my own, or I had practice matches with other teams during them.

I knew Tōru was always a bit let down that I couldn't watch him play as often as he wanted me to, and I honestly couldn't blame him. I, of course, loved it when he came to my games to support me but never really affected me when he wasn't there, at least not as much as it did him. Since I couldn't honestly remember the last game I had made it to, I was absolutely going to make it to this one. Plus, Tōru was beyond excited for this match and I wanted him to enjoy it as much as he could.

When I made it out onto the field, the coach greeted me and I helped him finish setting up cones and getting the practice jerseys and water stations set up. Soon enough practice had started and things were pretty normal for the first half, it was when we were taking our larger break that I noticed something different.

The managers were handing out our official away uniforms, as if we were going to be playing a game. It was odd enough that we were getting our uniforms, but to be getting the away ones was even stranger. Generally, if we hosted a match or practice match, we got to wear our home jerseys, and the other team would compensate for that and wear whichever of theirs differed from ours the most.

It's not as if I didn't like our away jerseys, I liked them better than the normal teal and white ones for sure. The away's had to be decently different from the home's so they were mainly black with white and turquoise details.

As our manager handed me mine, I thought to ask her what we needed them for.

"I thought we weren't having any practice games today, why are you handing out the uniforms?" She gave me a weird look.

"You don't remember? Coach said that Date Tech would be coming over for a practice match today because it was the only day that worked for them. He sent out a mass email about it a few days ago, don't you check your emails?" God why? Of all the days they had to surprise me with a practice match it had to be today?

I sighed, "I guess I must've missed it, thank you though." She looked puzzled at my lack of excitement towards the match, but didn't ask about it. "Hey coach?" I called, getting up to meet him before I got changed.

"Yeah, what's up--is something wrong? You look a little distressed." I nervously wrung my jersey as if it wasn't already bone dry.

"I just, didn't realize we had a practice match today. How long do you think it'll go for?" Coach was surprised at my question, usually I wanted these matches to go on forever but asking when it was over was new.

"Well, it all depends on you guys. We'll start as soon as they get here, but we're going to do a full match. It's what? 16hr right now?" I checked my watch, nodding. "Ok so we'll probably be done right around 18hr, maybe earlier but it depends."

I pursed my lips, sighing quickly but thanking him for humoring my questions. Tōru's game starts at 17hr 30m, and he said they usually last about an hour. I might be able to catch the last half or so if I hurry.

I watched the Date Tech bus pull in, and silently begged them to just go faster. I had no time to waste, I needed this game to start as soon as possible.

Luckily with everyone's excitement surrounding the match, they wanted to get going too, and things started shortly after the visitors offloaded their bus. We greeted each other, and play began shortly after.

When half time rolled around it was just turning 17hr, which meant after our ten minute break, we really would be finishing right at 18hr. I pulled out my phone to shoot Tōru a text, though I was sure he wouldn't read it since he was likely getting ready for his match.

Y/n [hey I'm not going to be on time to the match, I got blindsided by a practice game. I might be able to see the later half or so of the match]

I was going to just put my phone away after I sent it, but I saw that he had read the message, and the dots that meant he was typing.

Tōru [hope you can make it <3]

That was all I got. And I could practically feel the tribulation on his end through the simple message. I threw my phone back into my bag and put my palms into my eyes for a few moments, until I could tell I was being watched.

"You ok y/n?" Someone asked, I moved my hands from my eyes and looked up towards the voice. It was our goalie, and he was offering me a hand up.

I groaned, "I was supposed to go to Tōru's match that starts in thirty minutes, but now I don't know if I'll make it. I promised him I'd be there too, but I had no clue we had a match today." He gave me a very knowing look.

"Ah, yeah I get it. My girl's on the tennis team and our schedules never line up. Maybe these clouds will start doing something interesting and we'll get released early." I looked up at the sky and noticed that he may be right. The clouds were dark and looked about ready to dump some rain on us, I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it earlier.

I loved playing in the rain, I thought it was fun and challenging but the coaches definitely didn't feel the same way, they saw it more as a danger since it made everything so slick. We had a tent set up so our stuff was never at risk of getting drenched, but soccer was an outdoor game and the weather was unpredictable.

Play resumed again, and as we went on I could feel droplets of water setting on my skin. Just a little downpour, please. Just enough to let me get outta here soon. As if the sky was listening to me, the droplets doubled in size and quantity and soon rain was coating the field and everyone on it.

"Alright everybody, we're gonna stop here for today and we'll pick this up again another day! Get your things and get inside to dry off!" The coaches were yelling, everybody running to the sidelines to get their shit and leave. I was probably the fastest, checking my watch it was 17hr 50m which meant Tōru had been playing for at least twenty minutes, and I was gonna make it before it ended.

I grabbed my things and about as quickly as I could, changed out of my cleats and into an old pair of sneakers I only ever wore outside because I didn't care how dirty they got. I threw on my jacket and ran to the street in front of Seijoh to try to get a taxi so I didn't have to try to run to the Sendai City Gym.

That, was where my luck ran out. The streets were empty, not a taxi in sight which meant I had to call for one and wait for it to show up. Thankfully there was one nearby and it didn't take too long to show up but I was losing time. The driver handed me a towel she had on hand and told me to dry myself off as well as I could because she didn't want water all over her cab. I apologized profusely as I did my best to dry myself off.

We arrived at the gym a handful of minutes later, the kind taxi driver giving me a disposable umbrella she had, telling me to not get drenched again. I thanked her over and over while I gave her some cash for the ride, and ran as fast as I could to the gym's entrance. When I got there I quickly changed out of my disgusting shoes, shoving them into my bag and pulling out a cleaner pair of hightops to wear. I ran into the bathroom to take a look at myself, running my hands through my hair a few times and dabbing off some residual rain and sweat that I'd missed while in the taxi.

When I deemed myself mostly presentable I jogged through the building until I heard the sounds of volleyball. There were a few different sections that had teams going, and to my luck Tōru's was the last one I checked. I ran up the stairs leading to the bleachers, but didn't bother to find a seat, I just got as close as I could to where Tōru was on the court.

I looked at the score, it was the third set, and about in the middle from what I knew about the volleyball score system. I looked around the court, recognizing a few players on the other team from what I had heard, and noting the positions of everyone on Tōru's team.

To my joy, he was going in to serve next. I tried calling out to him, but the crowd of Seijoh supporters drowned me out. Luckily I caught Iwaizumi's eye, a grin appearing on his face when he realized that I'd made it. I couldn't hear anything he was saying, but as the team was quickly transitioning he got Tōru's attention and pointed up at me.

When his eyes met mine, I could immediately see a change in his demeanor, his eyes lighting up with a vigor unlike anyone else. He made a small heart with his hands as he walked back behind the court line, I returned the gesture, and Tōru started his serving routine.

The rest of the game flew by, it really was one of the most captivating volleyball games I'd seen. Both teams fought viciously; any bystander could feel the hunger between the two teams, but our team's skill was just higher than the other's. The match ended with Seijoh on top, 33-31, and upon their win I ran down to the entrance to the gym so I could meet Tōru.

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I had been beyond crestfallen when I'd gotten the text from y/n saying that they had a practice match. It had been ages since they'd come to one of my games, so I was really looking forward to having him here, but I should've known that something would come up.

Iwa thinks that's why we lost the second set, because I thought y/n would have arrived by then, but ultimately didn't show. If I'm being honest, I had given up on them showing up, I knew he wouldn't abandon his team or a practice match just to watch my game.

To say I was shocked when Iwa yelled at me to look in the stands, is a major understatement. When I saw them there, waving and smiling at me from the stands, nearly falling into the court from leaning so hard against the rail, I knew my heart skipped a beat or two. He looked a bit crazy, if I had to guess it was raining and he just sped from his game to here without changing. They looked fantastic in their soccer uniform, the jersey being a bit snug helped show off some of his great features, plus his skin glistened from the rain and probably sweat that coated his skin. That is, not to mention, the look on his face as they watched me, pride and love just emanating from his eyes and smile.

I felt a new energy run through me after I saw them, and we battled the shit out of Karasuno, but they held their ground. I was almost happy for Tobio, he played...better than he used to. I wouldn't say well or great, but he was improving if ever slowly.

When the match ended and we thanked the fans, I didn't see y/n up there anymore, but I wasn't worried. I knew where they'd be.

As we wrapped things up, I half-ran to the entrance of the gym and saw my lovely partner waiting for me. They nearly tackled me in a hug, telling me how proud they were and how incredible the game was. It felt amazing to hear that, and to know that they actually had seen me play rather than had just heard me tell him about it.

I kissed him when he had paused, and I could feel him smiling beneath my lips. He laced his fingers together and rested them on my lower back, keeping me closer to them while my hands were on his face. We stayed like that for a few minutes, trading kisses and just enjoying the moment we had together that came so rarely.

Eventually, y/n pulled their face away from mine and watched my eyes for a handful of seconds before he decided to say anything.

"I told you I'd be here." They said, a slight smirk emerging on their face.

I rolled my eyes, "You said that you'd be able to watch the whole thing! You only got to see the last half of the final set!" He pulled his hands off of my back and put them up in front of him defensively.

"Hey it's not my fault! I checked my email again and I didn't see anything from anybody about a match today! I really did think I had the day off from practice matches!" I sighed as dramatically as I could, and let the topic drop.

Though suddenly remembering what he'd looked like when they'd got here I asked, "Why did you look soaked when you got here? And you're still in your uniform and your hair is..." My eyes widened a bit, and y/n laughed, coming his hands through their wet hair a few times, catching a snag or two from whatever had gotten it so wet and frazzled.

"We were still playing our match when it started just dumping rain, and the coaches canceled the rest of it. Since it was just Date Tech and they're not too far away, they didn't feel bad about canceling the match rather than trying to move it inside." I hummed, that made enough sense. "I had to call a taxi to get here though, and that poor driver was so mad at me for getting in her car soaked through, so she tossed me a towel and a disposable umbrella and I tried to dry off before I got here." They gestured to the somewhat dryer parts of their uniform, but shook their head chuckling in defeat. "I guess I didn't do a great job."

"Yeah you're gross, and in desperate need of a shower and dry clothing." Y/n only aggressively nodded, but claimed that all of their stuff was either still in his locker at the school or super dirty and in his bag.

I was trying to think of something to do when Iwa joined us, laughing at y/n's state. They joked back and forth about how gross the other looked, when Iwa tossed me my duffle bag. "You left this in the gym, I thought maybe you'd forgotten it. And dude," He said shaking his head at y/n, "You seriously gotta do something, you smell like shit."

"Thank you so much Iwa I had no idea, your input is so appreciated and valued and will be thought about heavily throughout the rest of my life." Y/n loudly and sarcastically proclaimed.

"Damn right!" Iwa sneered back, their bickering finally coming to an end. Iwa excused himself to help pack up the team's things, and it was just me and y/n again.

Looking down at the bag Iwa had thrown to me, I had an idea. "Y/n," I said, gathering his attention from his previous interaction, "I've got a spare club t-shirt and a pair of sweats in here that you can wear after you rinse off. I'll just put my jacket on and wear my uniform on the way back."

He tried to protest, insisting that I get changed since I just finished a game, but I wouldn't have it. Y/n was almost shivering and I could tell he was trying to hide it, they were barely dry from the rain, and they'd worked hard during the practice match not that long ago. When he'd conceded, I showed them where the showers were and left my bag with him, deciding to just sit outside the room and wait for him.

I pulled out my phone, and found that there were a handful of notifications from different social apps and my messages. I checked my messages first, seeing that they were nearly all from y/n, he'd texted me what they thought of a play every time it happened. I smiled, that was one of their more adorable habits. The other notifications were mentions from pictures that y/n had added to their stories or had just posted of me and the team.

I loved having y/n here to watch my games, I loved having their support and their love during these important times of my life. It meant the world to me that they supported me through all of this, even if they couldn't watch the game live. I could only hope to return the favor the next game they had.

Y/n emerged from the washroom, now looking much more put together, and also looking quite well in my clothes. They were a bit small on them in a few places, but I knew they wouldn't mind, and I certainly didn't care either.

"I saw your messages, and the stuff you posted, all very cute!" I grinned, him smiling back at me and taking my free hand, helping me stand up.

"I've gotta let the world know how proud and lucky I am to be with you." I felt my face flush, and he took the opportunity to land a quick kiss on my lips before pulling me towards the exit of the building. "Come on sunshine, we can't keep everybody waiting, they'll start making up stories."

I knew he was right, and together we went back out to meet everyone else.

[bluespace-writer]

What, if any, are some of the differences you hc the blue and red team members having? Specifically, blue/red medic and blue/red sniper... maybe blue/red spy if you feel like it. I love seeing ppls thoughts on this since I'm making my own depictions quite distinguishable from one another.

(I do actually have some! Thx for asking m8!)

BLU team headcanoncs:

>all 9 mercs!!

Medic:

> If you want something from him, you'll get two options "Yes" or "No." Where RED Medic would answer you sarcasticly, BLU Medic just tell you straight forward what he thinks.

> While operating, none of his patients are awake. He'd rather focus on what he is doing than be distracted.

> He did named his bird Archimedes but mostly refers to him by his nickname Archi.

> This man does not care how he looks like, his hair is messy and he wears his old googles on top of his head all the time. Or maybe he just forgot to take them off.

Sniper:

> He uses Huntsman more often than sniper rifle. Bow is something he's more used to.

> If you were in his van, you wouldn't feel a smell of piss, but you will definitely see his trophies from the hunt. Deer skuls, heads of wolfes, hangs, fur, and skin is something you'll definitely get to see.

> In his free time, you'll see him drawing doodles of many things, and he's dam good at it.

> He still has scar oh his left cheek that he got while fighting the RED Spy. This man wants revenge.

Spy:

> So basically- his head was cut off. He spent over a month and a half in RED Medic's fridge. Fortunately for him, his team managed to save him.

> He actually doesn't mind Scouts company. They gosspi about their teammates all the time.

> Outside lover? Nope. He isn't playing such games. After an... accident, he never tried to have contact with anyone else. His team is enough.

> He's a bit panadoid and suspicious over everyone.

> Since his head was sewed to his body, he had a hard time walking, bumping, and tripping over many things, and this made his team make fun of him. But with BLU Engineers help he managed to walk around without problem in no time.

Scout:

> Scout is almost a complete copy of his clone, but he actually knows when to stop messing around.

> Miss Pauling attractive? Since when? He leaves flirting with Miss "I always work" to RED Scout. He did messed some of their "dates" once or twice for fun.

> He was the one that saved Spy from the fridge. Believe me when I say that for over a week, head jokes were his favorite thing. Yet he still helped Spy to recover.

> He listens to Tom Jones from time to time, but rock is always his thing. There was always loud music coming from his room. Even while fighting, he put some nice tunes to listen to through his headphones.

> He likes to change his look from time to time. "Hey, if you want to win, you have to look like a winner" he says.

Heavy:

> He's real name is Nikolai, and this is all we know. There are suspicions he lived in Siberia, but those are just speculations. Family members? None.

> He doesn't talk a lot. Not because he doesn't want to but because he is a bit shy and try's to not make a fool out of himself for not knowing English that well.

> One of his favorite things is to read fantasy books and books about guns.

> His gun is named Natasha ( just like RED heavy, he names his gun), and when he fights, you will not see the shy guy anymore, but experienced mercenary that will crush tiny baby men in seconds.

> Heavy likes spending time with Medic and his birds. They always find something to talk about.

Solider:

> GOD BLESS AMERICAAAAA!!!!!!🦅🦅🇺🇲🇺🇲🦅🇺🇲🦅🇺🇲 Great patriot that loves his country!

> His personality is similar to RED Solider's, but he actually was in the army.

> Best friends with RED Demoman. He is his brother from another mother and loves drinking with him.

> Who needs to walk when you can ROCKET JUMPPP!!! He is definision of Trolider and attacks his enemies like a might eagle from above.

> My favourite headcanon is that his mom was polish and moved to America to escape the war. That's why when he is drunk, sometimes his teammates don't understand him at all because he's speaking polish words.

Demoman:

> This Demoman doesn't drink that much as is clone. He is mostly more focused on upgrading his weapons.

> Friendship with RED or BLU Solider?! Why? He won't be friends with the enemy! And he treats Solider as...well...solider. For him, he's just the part of the team.

> He'd rather spend his time alone while watching shitty TV programs.

> He didn't lose his eye by a magic book. His eye was simply blown away while he was testing his first ever granade launcher.

Pyro:

> Loves fire and cute things, but he likes pegasus rather than unicorns.

> Pyro vision is something she isn't aware of. Blood? Nah, it's just ketchup silly! Organs? Those are just candy's and flowers! He just sees words with rainbows and pegasuses!

> Scout and Engi are his best friends. Scout, because he always has best ideas for fun (that involve fire) and Engi because he has the best stories to listen to.

> Pyro loves to make gifts for his, team! From flowers to body parts!

> Pins!! Pyro loves collecting funny pins! She has a lot of them! He even gave each of her teammate couple of them!

Engineer:

> He doesn't mind when his team calls him by his real name, Dell, rather than engineer or engi. Actually, it makes him feel better.

> He is 100% Battle Engineer! Spy sapped his sentry? Don't ya worry! Crits are ready...

> If you want to defeat your enemy, take their insanity and TRIPLE IT! And that's what Dell did. He is known for staying all night in his workshop to upgrade his tools. It was his idea for a robotic arm, but he needed Medic's help.

> Best people to hang out with for him are Medic, Sniper, and Pyro.

> He plays on gituar in his free time.

(Hope ya enjoyed BLU mercs headcanons! I will definitely do RED team next!)

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Lucifer x Willow (OC) - Meetings Greetings

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Commission made by! @hanaotaku95

Thank you for commissioning pookie bear and I look forward to hearing from you again!

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Word Count: 2,143

2k word Commission

Ship 🫶🏾✨: Willow x Lucifer

Thank you for purchasing and deciding to work with me! I had a lot of fun working on this for you and if the idea to work in the future ever comes to your mind then I'd love to keep in touch.

~ A ùwó

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When he had gone to Stolas he had been rather excited for his chances, the possibilities. Lucifer, the great big man himself, was a rather lonely soul and so not only had he started to put more time in learning more about his citizens, he had come to find a group that really interested him. IMP, the ‘immediate murder professionals’ as he's come to learn.

He had grown rather fond of their ad, played it two thousand, five hundred fifty four times actually if he remembered correctly and after some time he's finally come to actually visit.

When the door opens and he grins the look on Loona 's face actually managed to go from its usual nonchalant gaze to one of pure shock and reasonably so… she froze immediately upon being greeted.

“Um! Oh!” Lucifer says looking over the hellhound, putting on a charming smile, even taking the time to dust off his shoulders and make sure his hat wasn't crooked before reaching a palm out to the hellhound as if to shake her hand.

“I saw your companies ad on TV and well to say the least I'm curious! Interested if you will.” He starts off and Loona actually feels her mouth fall open just as Willow trails in with Moxie and Millie in tow.

That chatted about a few things as they usually did whether it be something as simple as the weather outside to their more deeper friendship things. The three were rather close and in particular at that very moment Willows voice seemed to stand out the most, making Lucifer himself perk before tilting his head and looking aside from Loona to see just who he was hearing and then his eyes land on her.

“No no, I'm just saying you all should be more careful. Last time you saw how Blitz almost blew up the fucking microwave… and his head with it.” she seems to ramble only to pause and look over to Loona. They had heard when he originally knocked and were just now coming to see their guest. Curiosity fills the air because they get visitors here and there but Loona suspiciously seemed to resemble a… living statue at the moment even though her back was currently to the three.

The imps come around her, Millie huffing softly at first and Moxie lifting a brow and then all three froze much… like Loona had down so.

“Great holy fuck…” Willow manages to break the silence first and Lucifer's honestly grateful for it because to say the least he was starting to feel a bit awkward standing here as they gwaked at him. It happens often in situations and circumstances like this. He softly chuckles at the response, looking directly at her now, his crimson eyes connecting with her own as he raises a hand to give the group a wave.

“Unholy. Oh and I think your dog is broken?” He says, lifting a brow but there's a smile on his charming little face.

Everyone seems to blink for a moment only for Moxie and Millie to immediately drag Loona aside, practically rambling to her about never wanting to work on being more friendly and how rude and crazy it was for her to freeze up at such a time and not shake the Devil's hand and Loona takes it like a champ because even she can't not hate herself for never caring more about her own responsibilities and timing. Her ears lowered as she lets them fill her ears with the words she deserves to her and it's quite literally like two parents grounding a reckless teen or caretakers ranting about their patient's behavior.

Its needed and it's not that Willow disagrees with their way of ‘parenting’ but she wishes she wasn't practically shitting herself right now as she now stands alone with Lucifer now.

What else is she to do but gather her millions of thoughts and give him a wide smile as a light ball of sweat seems to run down her neck.

“I… apologize for the wait sir. Please, please come in. Take a rest if you want, thirsty? Hungry? I can assist you right now with any of your wants and needs.” She offers and it's only because of who he is. Willow would be a liar if she said she wasn't just a bit hopeful in growing closer to him because how often does the Lucifer show directly up to anyone's doorstep? Hell, usually she'd even try standing up for Loona but she definitely deserves the punishments she'll get for slipping like this.

Lucifer seems to shake off any awkwardness he felt from his interaction with Loona and reaches his hand out now to Willow, that charming smile coming back to his lips but it's just a bit bigger now as she looks down at her and maybe he is growing a sweet spot for these little imps and maybe… just maybe it's because they have to literally look up at him for a change.

He gives her a moment and Willow eyes widens a little when she realizes he's serious and eagerly, she takes his hand with both of her own even, holding and shaking his palm as her tail seemed to flicker back and forth fondly as if it couldn't control itself. She couldn't believe it, she was actually getting to touch him, to shake hands with Lucifer himself and she could feel herself having to contain her excitement.

He's warm though it's expected and his palm is noticeably a bit bigger than her own, and she can feel the amount of power he has and holds. It's like a euphoria of emotions having this moment with him and Willow dreads the idea of ever having to wash her hands again and fuck it, maybe she won't.

“I-It's lovely to be in your presence sir. I'm really sorry for Loona, I'm sure she was just nervous. She tends to do that when she is.” She quickly explains and Lucifer chuckles.

“It's quite alright, I see not everyone has that issue.” He hums and it seems as though he's already rather fond of her. Lucifer knew he had just gotten to this place but this imp in particular was growing on him rather quickly. He can see the way her eyes light up and sparkle and he finds it pretty cute how that tail of hers is moving as it sways and flickers behind her and it just reminds him exactly of why he loved the sinners who had them. He gives her hand a squeeze before pulling it carefully from her and of course she lets him as his skin seems to glide against her own.

Willow takes a deep breath, breathing in deeply through her nose and slowly out her mouth. Millie, Moxie and Loona have grown quiet and with a quick glance Willow can see that the three had disappeared from their previous location, most likely to gk look over the building to make sure everything is in tip top shape for the King of demons himself. Blitz was going to be pissed to know he's actively missing their first meeting with this man and they all knew it but for now duty called. That's what he got for always running of fo do whatever fuck shit he tended to usually do.

Willow steps aside, waving an arm out and smiles up at him and Lucifer returns the gaze before stepping into the building. He lets his eyes trail over everything and to be fair it's rather decent, much like that little hotel Charlie was running even though renovations could definitely be arranged. It's clean enough, and there's a few pieces of art here and there and to be far Lucifer could probably even admit it was a bit homey. He perks a little as the sound of a soft click fills the air as Willow closes the door and then she stands with him with a smile and it's small… even a little cute to Lucifer.

“I can… show you around sir. It's still a work in progress however.” She starts to explain to him and Lucifer gives a carefree shrug. Truth is that he was enjoying even just this moment between him and her even with how small it seemed.

With his title he should be more accustomed to great and grand things but he's the Devil. He sees it all… the time and sometimes he tends to find joy in the smaller things, the little things that were easy to forget or look over.

“We have our headquarters and our offices but of course we also have the kitchen, the conference room and things like the washroom.” She continues to speak as she stands beside him now and she's so much closer than she had ever dreamed of being with him. Never once had she thought she'd get to meet him of all people and yet here he was.

Lucifer brightens like a kid in a candy store as she speaks and looks around before landing his gaze back on her. He wanted to see everything and Willow chuckles because with that look on his face she knows he does and so she starts off as she usually would, going down the list basically as she begins her tour.

She goes to the kitchen, showing him the fridge and he happily looks in it, even accepting a snack she offers him. They then trail off the the conference room where she talks to him about their countless missions jobs and he listens adamantly, always a fan of such things. After the conference room they walk the halls together, his heels clicking softly with each step and Willow seems to be in her element as she explains this place and Lucifer can't help the way he seems to… admire her.

She looks pretty when she's talking like this, she seems so confident and reliable and Lucifer can only wonder how she is when she's actually working… can only wonder how she looks when she's in the zone, when she's out murdering and killing when her job asked her to and he had to admit that he'd love to see it for himself. Would love to be able to see her wild side as much as he sees her calm and chilled side.

By the end of the tour Lucifer wishes he had his own tail to wag because this place was surprisingly better than even he imagined and so was she! He's never had such a tour that exactly invested him and he even wonders if it's not the place but if it's her.

He, enjoys her voice, enjoys listening to her talk and ramble about these things and of course he was listening! Of course he was yeah but he had moment where's he just seemed to… zone out, listening to her but doing made him feel like her was swimming on clouds. They should make a why for people to record themselves talking softly and sweetly because he would actually listen for hours if he could and even if he didn't exactly retain any information he was just fine sitting here, there, with her as she spoke to him.

By the end of the tour she smiles at him, looking up at him with a cheeky little grin.

“So?” She says and he looks at her with a smile like a silly dog of some sort who was just happy to be around.

“So…what?” He says a moment after and when Willow lifts a response at his response it suddenly clicks that she's talking about her presentation and Lucifer lets out a laugh.

“Oh! Right, right! No of course that's what you meant haha!” He says and maybe he's a little… flustered? He knows what he is but his heart seems to be racing a little.

He swings his arms out as if offering a hug, his cane standing with magic for a moment by itself.

“I… I love it, yeah! This place is fucking amazing and oh might I say you did an amazing job showing it off?” He chuckles with a close eyed grin and she perks, looking as bright at a million stars in the night sky at hearing that he of all people loved this shabby little place because of her. And Willow can't help the way a flush rushes to her cheeks. How could she possibly show her appreciation to him enough? She isn't exactly sure but for now she smiles brightly, a smile that seems to light and warm up the whole room.

“I'm glad to hear that sir. Please enjoy your stay for as long as you may wish or need to.” She says now with a polite little bow.

She truly… loved her job.

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[montywithchildhoodtrauma]

Incorrect quotes because... Good Eclipse and everyone else needs therapy.

Lunar: Here you go, Moon, a nice hot cup of coffee! Moon: It's cold. Lunar: A nice cup of coffee. Moon: It's horrible! Lunar: Cup of coffee. Moon: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee. Lunar: C U P.

Bloodmoon: Why are you smiling? Rays: What? I can’t just be happy? Moon: Eclipse tripped and fell in the parking lot. Bloodmoon: *snorts*

Jigsaw: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea. Lunar: Well then whose is it? Jigsaw, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!

Jigsaw: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches. Bloodmoon: ...

Eclipse: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

Rays: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. Sun: You mean glory days? Rays: Ah, that too.

Earth: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Rays: Thanks, it's the trauma.

Moon: Lunar, Rays, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing? Lunar, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Rays is sitting atop: Oh nothing much. Rays: I love you too :)

Moon: You disgust me. Jigsaw: eating a kitkat sideways I realize this and don’t care.

Eclipse: Okay, help me, please! Bloodmoon: Got two words for you. Eclipse: I bet they won't be helpful. Bloodmoon: Your problem. Eclipse: I was right.

Monty: Why are Moon and Earth sitting with their backs to each other? Lunar: They had a fight. Monty: Then why are they holding hands? Lunar: They get sad when they fight.

Moon: WHO THE FUCK- KC: Whoa, language! Moon: I speak fucking English! KC: …

Lunar: I found a note in one of my old word .docs that said Note to self: Get revenge on Rays. Lunar: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for. Lunar: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it. Rays: Hmm… I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either. Lunar: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though. Rays: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it. Lunar: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

Jigsaw: finds half a watermelon at Whole Foods Jigsaw, holding it up for everyone to see: LIES!

Old Moon: We are gathered here today because someone- glares at Monty’s coffin -couldn’t stay alive! Monty: muffled FUCK YOU, LET ME OUT!

Sun: So, Moon and KC. Sun: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto… Old Moon: We had a bad day. Sun: And… MURDER?! KC: It was a pretty bad day…

Earth: You believe me? Monty: Earth, you’re the last good person on this planet (and Lunar). I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

Lunar: I will send my army to attack! Lunar: releases a dumpster of raccoons

Rays, singing (lost a bet): I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need— Moon: A better family. Monty: A better therapist. KC: Mental stability. Lunar: clueless Bagels?

Rays: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Gator Golf!

Earth: Look, Lunar, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

KC: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Rays: Several traffic violations. Sun: Three counts of resisting arrest. Earth: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Moon: Also, that’s not our car.

Sun: Eclipse, I sense hostility. Eclipse: Good, because I hate you.

Eclipse: Be careful, I thrive on negative attention.

Moon and Sun are in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff Moon: oh my god, Sun, backwards! Sun: Really, Moon? I thought I might go forwards into the river, I thought that would be a fun thing to do.

Lunar: Why would you do that? Monty: Because I feel guilty. Moon: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.

Monty: Why do you act like we’re three year olds? Moon, exasperated: WHY?!? Moon points at Rays: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR! Moon points at Lunar: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK! Moon points at Monty: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND! Moon: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

Monty, trying to comfort Rays: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there. Rays: I- what?

Rays: If the thought of something makes any of you giggle for longer than 15 seconds, you are to assume you’re not allowed to do it. -to his Moon, probably.

Sun: We got a free day now. What do you wanna do? Eat? Sleep? Nap? Snack?

Rays: That sounds like a terrible plan. Moon: Oh, we've had worse.

[korgbelmont]

Choices Insiders October 2024

Bit later this month, but here we go again.

So for the survey, this was what I put; Stacy Green, she was the first character I romanced in any Choices book as It Lives In The Woods was the first Choices book I played. Shreya from Elementalists, she is such a fun character! The definitely Gabriela from Immortal Desires, absolutely love how she is written. Katy from Nightbound, again, such an amazing character. Nia, Imtura, and Valax in Blades, can't choose between them!

I am interested to see what Bitten will be like with new interpretations of Vamps and Werewolves. Hidden Grove is an interesting name for the setting. Do like the idea of the whole corner of the eye shadow.

This is clearly going to be covering the death of MCs father and finally uncovering the truth of it. Interested to see how it will all play out and by the sounds of it, there is more to it than seems on the surface.

I remember when the proper holiday books released and everyone was speculating about what else could get a holiday book. I remember Mother of the Year being one mentioned a lot. But whilst a supernatural book releasing this month is fitting. This is not what people mean by holiday books, Pixelberry.

This is releasing sooner than I thought. I fully expected it to be mid to late 2025. Curious as to what the plot will be. It's safe to say that Markus' brother will be a main villain.

I'll cover Inheritance and Years Apart nearer the end.

Looks like they're doing another version of Hot Couture. I have to admit, I never played it as it was one that never took my interest personally.

I have to admit, I'm not that fussed about Plus One, I don't think it's one I'll be looking at, but I hope those that are looking forward to it do enjoy it!

Blades 3 on the other hand, I am looking forward to. I was surprised that this got a third book as I always had a feeling that it would be a duology, but I shan't complain about a bit more.

Interesting. These sound like they might be just smaller 3-4 chapter books perhaps like the holiday specials. Only one way to find out!

Inheritance sounds like it could have some potential with a mystery element, but I guess we'll know more next month.

It sounds like Years Apart is potentially going to be genderlocked with a genderlocked Love Interest, unless it's a typo. But again, guess we'll learn more next month.

That's it on this one

Happy Halloween!

[hamofjustice]

Pokemon S/V Fanfic is coming

(edit: don't count on these to still be what i'm working on but the title is still true)

for the people who follow me because i yell about pokemon scarlet and violet in general or nemona arven or penny in particular, or who just see me in the tags a lot: i have (at least) two decent length nemona-centric stories in progress right now that i might start episodically posting after we've played the indigo disk DLC for a while. there isn't any in this post but i did want to talk a bit about it (under a read more so i can pin it without being too annoying lmao)

while i was tempted to dump the start of both right now, i should probably wait until i'm more prepared and everyone's finished the DLC and gotten their hunger for SV content back. plus there might be some key characterization or worldbuilding stuff in there

that's right, getting blueballed by the end of basegame acting like we'd live happily ever after and hang out and adventure together more once the credits rolled, followed by a year of that not happening and trailers pretending none of it mattered and nemona and friends don't need us and aren't the main characters of the story (deep breath) did in fact turn me into the joker a fanfic writer like i thought it might

After The Rain and Biri Biri officially showing a glimpse of how I see the story - and implying that maybe it's more canon than i had cynically resigned myself to believe - has only rekindled the flames hotter

i've been working on extensive character personality and subtextual implications studies and RP practice in preparation for this. for fun. help me

anyway, if everything pans out and i don't can or rethink either of these fics, they'll both be canon-typical age-rating adventures (but still more intense in other ways) that i think so far have a good mix of drama, action, fluff, and humor if i do say so myself:

one, about an established juliana x nemona dynamic in the postgame as they meet brand-new characters and challenges together with their friends, that fleshes out juliana more as a character in her own right (or at least one possible take on her)

and the other, an alternate timeline of the main story where a different kid moves in next door and everything else goes off-script from there, because the only way juliana/florian isn't the most important person on earth to nemona is if they never met

and that's all i'll say for now. look forward to these Eventually(tm) along with anything else i feel like making a whole thing or at least a oneshot

[isamerceds]

MARVEL PANEL: ISABELA MERCED.

Who do you play?

i play anya corazon, also known as spider-girl, in madame web. anya is a fierce, determined character with a rich backstory and a strong connection to the spider-verse. it's been an incredible experience bringing her to life on screen.

If you could be anyone else in the MCU, who would you be and why?

if i could be anyone else in the MCU, i think i'd choose scarlet witch. wanda maximoff has such a compelling and complex storyline, filled with immense power, emotional depth, and a fascinating journey of self-discovery and struggle. plus, her abilities are just mind-blowing. it would be amazing to explore a character with such rich layers and significant impact on the marvel universe.

How has being part of the MCU changed your life?

being part of the MCU has been a game-changer for me. it's given me the opportunity to connect with an incredibly passionate and supportive fanbase, which is truly humbling. the scale of these movies and the dedication of everyone involved have pushed me to grow as an actor and take on new challenges. plus, it's just been so much fun to step into this iconic universe and work alongside such talented people. it's an experience i cherish every day.

Is there anything about your character you wish you had more control over or would do differently from the movie?

i think every actor has moments where they wish they could dive deeper into certain aspects of their character. for anya, i would have loved to explore more of her personal struggles and growth. while we touch on her background and motivations, there’s always room to delve into her inner world and how she grapples with her responsibilities and identity. if given the chance, i’d definitely want to add more layers to her story and showcase her journey even further.

Is there a certain comic book or scene you want to see your character play?

absolutely! one scene i’d love to see anya in is from the "spider-girl" comics where she teams up with other spider-heroes to face a major threat. it’s such a powerful moment that showcases her leadership and camaraderie with other heroes. i think it would be incredible to see that kind of dynamic play out on screen, highlighting her growth and her place within the larger spider-verse.

Who is another MCU character you wish you could have scenes with or your character would get along best with?

i think anya would have an amazing dynamic with peter parker, spider-man. they share a lot in common and have similar values, which would make for some really interesting and heartfelt scenes. it would be great to explore their mentorship relationship and how they support each other in their respective journeys. plus, their interactions could bring out some fun and light-hearted moments as they team up to tackle challenges together!

What upcoming MCU project are you most excited for and why?

i'm really excited for "secret wars." the concept of bringing together so many different characters and storylines from across the MCU is thrilling. it’s a chance to see some epic crossovers and explore new dynamics between characters who haven’t interacted before. the scale and ambition of the project promise to deliver some truly unforgettable moments and surprises, and i can't wait to see how it all unfolds.

Would you ever consider joining the DCU and if so as who?

i actually am joining the DCU! even though i had to lie to Marvel about never joining DCU or i wouldn't get the role, i’m already thrilled to be playing hawkgirl in the DCU. it’s such an exciting role with a deep history and an intriguing connection to the larger DC universe. i’m really looking forward to diving into her character and exploring her epic journey alongside some incredible colleagues.