#I haven't drawn anything in like 3 weeks so this was me trying to get back to it

[thefloatingstone]

Romancing the Emperor when I haven't taken a single tadpole is so funny.

He wants Tav to eat the evil space slug soooooo badly.

[idkwhatever580]

Embarrassed

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x enhanced!reader (Reader has powers like Wanda's but pink because I'm the author and I can do what I want, and my fav color is pink)

Prompt: Reader's best friend Wanda informs reader about this new thing she learned with Agatha that amped up their sex life. Reader decides to try it out with Nat, and the outcome is better than expected.

Warnings: SMUT, enchanted strap, bondage, slapping, daddy kink (daddy is not a reflection of your gender just a term I used i swear!) cumming without permission?/warning?, swearing, tmi? (Is there such thing as tmi between best friends?), teasing. Top!Reader (semi soft)

A/N: I already had this in my drafts partially finished but then I got a rq and I thought I could incorporate it into this so yeah :) thanks for the request @keirannoa420 <3 (I made reader afab but I think I made them gn for everything else I hope that isn't a problem!)

Today is a simple day for the Avengers. Almost nobody is on a mission today, so everyone is doing their own thing to decompress and rest. Especially since last week was horrible. It was just mission after mission for you and the others.

From what you know, Tony and Bruce are in their lab, Steve and Buck went on a date after visiting Peggy's grave to give her the monthly flowers, Clint went back with his family, Thor and Loki are back at Asgard until needed, Nat is reading in her library, Agatha is in a therapy session (she is still healing from her witchy trauma, good on her!), Vision is probably floating around somewhere, Peter is with Aunt May, the rest of the younger ones are out and about, while you and Wanda are catching up on a much-needed yapping session.

"Omg did you hear what happened on Sam and Tony's mission yesterday?"

You sit up being intrigued, "No, what happened?"

She giggles at the thought of what happened, and says, "He- he"

She can't even tell you what happened without bursting into laughter. "He what! Oh my gosh stop laughing and tell me what happened!"

Your need to hear what happened overpowering your patience, but Wanda eventually can control her laughs into a soft snicker every now and then, "He had to run into the building instead of his usual flying, and he ended up slipping and falling on his back and rolling around because it was raining! Sam got the whole thing recorded thanks to redwing!"

You burst into laughter at the thought of Tony slipping, this surely hurt his ego more than anything. You gasp and say, "Wait... can I see the video? Do you have it?"

She laughs and grabs her phone, "Of course I have the video! I would say I'm surprised you don't have it, but I forgot your phone broke."

You roll your eyes at the reminder of not having a phone to do your daily social media things, but Nat says you need a break from your phone. Joke's on her, you're just bothering her more. (She secretly likes it)

You're drawn away from your thoughts when Wanda holds her phone to your face, the video of Tony slipping funnier than you pictured.

(volume is not necessary for this one)

You both started laughing so hard that tears fell from your eyes, but you both eventually calmed down and were able to change the subject. "So, how's Aggie? I feel like I haven't seen her in months even though I've only been on a mission for a week."

She smiles softly and says, "She's good. Her twice-a-week therapy sessions are really impacting her in a good way. I think she might be having a bit of a hard time adjusting to the Avengers though. She still gets overwhelmed sometimes. Which is what I was scared about. I didn't want to bring her into this space after nine whole months of secretly dating just for her to regress on her progress, but I think she is getting there. Her communication skills are definitely getting better which is helping me accommodate to her needs you know?"

You smile and nod knowingly, "Yeah, I remember coming here for the first time from being a S.H.E.I.L.D. agent, it was terrifying, but my relationship with Nat only grew from where we were. Something is bound to blossom from her too. Anything else interesting with you two?"

Wanda sends me a small smirk and says, "I've been trying out new spells and tricks to cast and I happened to fall upon an interesting spell."

You raise an eyebrow with a tentative voice, "Interesting how?"

She giggles and says, "Okay, so obviously we talk about our sex lives a lot together, but this spell just made bedroom time way better. It's a spell to make an inanimate object basically a part of you. You can feel it and everything that happens to it. So, I tested this spell out on a certain strap-on that we use and let me just say I've never felt so good before. I think you should really try it on Nat, the first time I did it to Aggie, she literally cried because she felt so good."

You raise your eyebrows suggestively and say, "That is quite the interesting find Wands. I'm impressed. You'll have to show me the spell. I think I might try it out on Natty tonight if I can do it right.

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After a few tries of this new spell with Wanda, you're able to feel everything that happens to the tv remote in your leg. You smirk at Wanda and go to exit the room just as Agatha comes back. You send your goodbyes and almost sprint to Natasha's library, making sure to stop by your room to get a certain backpack.

The joys of having your own floor with Natasha means that the things on that floor are only used by the both of you, unless otherwise provoked. So, you know nobody is going to be walking into this space. This also means that you guys can literally fuck anywhere on that floor, but you are so excited to try this spell on her.

You slow down right before you enter and you saunter in, even though Nat has her noise cancelling headphones on, so you know she won't hear you. You come up behind her and softly rest your arms on her shoulders slowly creeping down to kiss her cheek.

She pulls off her headphones and says, "Hello detka. Do you need anything?"

You simply nod your head and give her a soft kiss on the lips to distract her before carefully snatching the current book she is invested in. She lets go of it but not without a pout, "Baby, I was reading that."

You carefully set the book down after putting a bookmark in. Then you walk around and pull her headphones off her ears which makes her even more confused. Until you sit in her lap and snuggle up to her neck. She softly smiles and starts rubbing patterns on your back. "Aww baby, did you want cuddles?"

You nod your head innocently and she says, "Well I can do that while also reading my book so can I have it back?"

You shake your head, and she realizes there's something else you want. She raises an eyebrow, and skeptically says, "What else is it? Did you do something?"

You pull away from her neck and shake your head, "No, I didn't do nothin', but I'm 'bout to."

She furrows her beautiful brows in confusion but notices the glint in your eyes. She knows this look; she has seen it a million times before. How could she miss it? So, she pouts and says, "Aww is my detka a bit horny?"

You nod your head and whisper, "I want to try something new today."

She smirks and nods, always willing to try everything once, well, almost everything. "Of course, detka, what is it you were wanting to try?"

You smile and say, "You're gonna have to wait and find out."

She rolls her eyes at your antics, but you kiss her on the lips and the words that were on the tip of her tongue fade away quickly.

You both start making out softly, a tenderness infiltrates your hearts that only you two can replicate with each other. The kiss quickly turns aggressive though. Her hands falling to your hips to steady them when they start to move on their own, while yours go to her hair to softly tug on the luscious, fiery locks.

Moans start to spill out of you when your core starts to rub on her thigh, and she starts to unbutton your pants trying to get directly to the source, but you push her away. Before she can question your antics, you reach behind her lounge chair to grab the backpack and wave it in front of her face. She smiles and you both stand up to undress yourselves, not bothering to do it for the other, instead choosing efficiency.

Once she has the strap securely tightened around her hips, you push her back down and sit just before the silicon cock, butt resting on her thighs. "I need you to hold still and be quiet for a moment, okay?"

She furrows her brows and says, "Wait, what are you doing?"

You smile at her and say, "I just need you to trust me so I can work my magic." You kiss her doubts away and whisper, "I think you're going to quite like this."

You cast the spell silently and when it is done, you look in her eyes and there is nothing, but confusion written all over her face. "What did you do?"

You smirk and spit on your hand before softly rubbing the tip of the dildo making her hips jerk. "Woah."

You smirk and say, "Woah indeed. Did that feel good?"

She nods her head and says, "Seriously Y/n, what did you do to me?"

You giggle and say, "I made you be able to feel everything like it is your own."

You shimmy your body down to be eye level with the pink sparkly attachment, and you look up into her eyes with yours being doe like from this angle and you slowly take her length into your mouth.

This new sensation causing Nat to moan helplessly and thread her fingers through your hair. You softly start to play with yourself and stretch yourself out, while making sure to not give her too much stimulation. Once you deem yourself ready to take her, you pull away and Nat glares at you. "Why'd you pull away?"

You smile and kiss her worries away, "So I can do this..."

You grab the attachment and slowly slide yourself onto her. Moaning at the size. She always seems to be so big even when you take her all the time. She moans extra loud when you take her to the hilt, and suddenly her hips jerk and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

You force her to look into your eyes and then you start to bounce up and down while grinding onto her.

Although you are feeling very good, your sole intention is to make Nat feel good today. "How does it feel baby?"

She opens her mouth to say something, but only a measly gasp is heard. After a while, she finally is able to conjure a sentence, "Fuck... it feels- so good."

You smirk and say, "Yeah? You like feeling this pussy clench around you?"

She whimpers and nods her head biting her lip to stifle her sounds. Usually you wouldn't let that slide, but since it is her first time feeling this, you'll give her some grace.

You start to bounce up and down on her cock more aggressively and her hands tighten around your hips. She is completely still excepting the few involuntary thrusts her hips make, which make you moan at the spot she hits when she does this.

Nat's head is thrown back and she finally lets go of her lip, allowing all the beautiful sounds to tumble out of her throat. Her pathetic noises are so hot to you and even hotter when she tries to speak, "Y/n I- it feels, I-"

All of a sudden, her words are cut off with an almost pornographic moan, which makes you so wet because you never hear her be this vocal. Her hips start thrusting into you uncontrollably and her hands are scratching into your hips, not that you care.

You furrow your eyebrows as hers raise in surprise and embarrassment. You slow down and say, "Did you... did you just cum?"

Natasha lets out an exhausted breath and looks at anything but you, until you move her by her chin to look into your eyes. When she sees your eyes, she tears up a bit, "I'm sorry I don't know what's wrong with me! I usually last way longer than that! I wasn't even prepared for it; it just sprang up on me."

She starts to ramble, so you shut her up with a kiss and when you pull away you chuckle softly, "Natty baby, I don't know why you came so fast, but I'll bet you it has something to do with the fact that this spell makes you feel things you've never felt before huh?"

She nods her head, and you smile, "Do you want to keep going or do you want to stop?"

She frowns and says, "I want you to cum."

You smile and shake your head, "That's not what I asked darling, I asked about you."

She thinks about it, and then a nasty thought pops into her brain, and she says, "I wanna keep going."

So, you nod your head, and keep moving and grinding on her, this time she makes it about five minutes before the same thing happens.

You become beyond confused as it looks like she just came again. Once she calms down, you tentatively ask, "Did you just... again?"

Her eyes widen and her face turns redder than her hair. She tears up a bit and tries to shove you off of her to inevitably run off and hide from her embarrassment, but you push on her hips, and she moans again. She still tries to get away, so you cut her thoughts off with soft tone saying, "Darling, don't worry, it's okay if you did, you know? It is a new sensation, and it is normal to have a crazy reaction to it."

She previously covered her red face with her hands to hide, so you carefully pull her hands down and smile at her small frame. "Tasha, why are you hiding from me?"

She finally cracks and says, "Because! That was so embarrassing! I've never finished that fast! So, I am embarrassed because I didn't even get to last long enough to have fun, and don't even mention the fact that you didn't get anything out of it!"

You pout at her with fake pity, "Oh darling," You brush her already sweaty hair out of her face and clench your pussy on her strap making her moan at the feeling, "You don't have to worry about that, trust me, we are going to have fun all night. You'll be begging me to stop."

She timidly nods her head, and you say, "Is that okay?"

She nods and says, "I really want to keep going."

You smile and nod your head, but before you can start riding her again, she pulls you off of her swiftly and flips you over on your hands and knees, slipping right back into your wet cunt.

She leans over to whisper in your ear, "I'm gonna fuck this pussy so hard."

You can only moan in response because she's already thrusting deep and hard into your insides. You consider giving in to her and letting her take over, but you already made your mind up ahead of time and she is not getting in your way. So, with a flick of your wrist, she is flipped over, and ropes appear and tie themselves around her wrists.

You crawl up to her as the pink glimmers fade from your eyes, and shake your head, "Thought you could get away with it huh?"

She doesn't answer and you slap her breast making her jerk and yelp out, "I asked you a question, didn't I?"

She meekly nods her head, and you say, "Then I expect you to answer it."

She nods her head again and you say, "Don't make me ask again."

"Yes! I thought I could get away with it! Please daddy!"

You bite your lip at the power trip you're getting from this, but you make sure to soften up and check on Nat knowing she only uses 'daddy' when she's extra sensitive, "I want you to use the color system just like always, okay? Can you tell me a color?"

She doesn't even hesitate before saying, "Yes! Green, please daddy!"

A sigh falls from your lips at hearing that and you nod your head. "Okay baby, you know I'm not gonna be nice to you right?"

She whimpers and nods her head closing her eyes to center herself. You smirk and flip her over, making the dildo hit the bed when you push her hips down on the bed.

She moans out and you lean forward, your lips brushing softly over the shell of her ear, and you whisper, "Do not cum."

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head knowing she's already sensitive from previous orgasms, and she whines out, "No! Please daddy!"

You chuckle at her desperation and say, "If you're good tonight, I'll find a spell to make it so that you can cum in me too."

She shudders at the thought of being able to "breed" you and both of you feel it, so regardless of how much she already wants to cum, she nods her head and takes a breath to prepare herself.

Right before you are about to start, she yelps out, "Wait!"

You freeze in worry that she doesn't want this anymore, so you pause and look to her and let her speak. Her words come out the first time a quiet jumbled mess so you say, "What was that babe?"

She looks over her shoulder and says a little louder this time, "Can I hold a pillow?"

You think about it for a moment, and ultimately decide that if you're not going to comfort her until after, she might as well have something else to find comfort in, so you nod your head and she grabs a pillow. Once she is situated you wait for her queue and when she nods her head you begin to massage her ass a bit before pulling back and landing a harsh slap on her butt.

Natasha's hips jerk away from your hand, and in turn makes her strap rut against the bed stimulating her. She lets out a mix between a moan and a groan because she feels good, but she also knows you put limitations on her.

You continue your assault on her now red and pink ass, and the lewd sounds that are emitting from Nat's throat are making you more wet than you'd like to admit.

You slap her ass again, and she starts to uncontrollably hump the mattress, and you won't allow her to cum without asking so you grab her hips and lift them from the bed before she can stimulate herself any further. She groans and pleads, "Please. ugh please I need it!"

You simply chuckle and shake your head, "Need it so bad you're willing to give up cumming for a week?"

Her eyes widen at that threat and she whimpers knowing she might not be able to hold back since the last two came out of nowhere, but you lay her back down and say, "two more, then you can cum again."

She nods her head, crossing her fingers that she makes it, and out of nowhere the second to last slap is let out on her skin. It is way harder than all the others, so in turn, it makes Nat almost forget about what you said. Almost.

You hum and rub her ass tenderly, not letting her know when the last one is coming, and the second she whimpers again you pull back and hit her ass so hard it has her shoving her hips back into you.

She catches her breath and rolls around. You tell her to hold still as you are about to disenchant the strap, but Nat says, "Wait, baby, what are you doing?"

You furrow your brows and say, "I thought you said you were done after this orgasm?"

She nods and says, "I held it, I wanna cum with you on my cock."

Her eyes are so sweet and soft you simply can't refuse, so you let her win this time, riding her cock until the both of you come, and then you end up just laying together in a moment of tenderness.

"I love you detka."

"I love you too Natty, I'm glad you liked the surprise."

"Oh, I loved it."

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Comment to be added to the taglist!!! I have a list of prompts coming out after this :)))

A/N: I hope y'all liked it!!! (Did you catch my Love and Death reference???) Also, I apologize for the rushed ending, I really needed to get this out.

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

hii! can we get a story were jude and the reader are expecting a child and he’s being super protective and attentive with her and just being the best husband ever maybe a little smut if you’re feeling like it😉

Heyyy… so, remember me?

Yeah, it feels like it's been about eighty-four years. I swear I didn't fall off the face of the earth, life just decided to humble me a little. Between school, work, and a near-death experience (yes, seriously), I've basically been living on caffeine and sheer willpower.

Now, with the end of the semester creeping up, things are somehow even busier than before. BUT(cue dramatic music)...summer Break is almost here!! Yayy!

Starting May 20th, I'm going to try (emphasis on try) to post at least twice a week! Fingers crossed. Pray for me. Light a candle.

Thank you so much for being patient with me. I promise I'm cooking up some really good stuff, and it's going to be so worth the wait. I can't wait to finally share everything I've been planning with you guys!

Love you all & see you soon!

-Bianca🌻

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In All the Little Ways

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Your son isn’t even here yet, but Jude is already head over heels—fiercely protective, endlessly patient, and so in love with the little family you’re building together.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Husband!Jude Bellingham x Pregnant!Wife!You

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.9k

Warnings! FLUFF, protective Jude, domestic sweetness, lots of baby fever, Jude being the most attentive husband ever, soft!dilfJude energy, boydad!Jude

You learn very quickly that there are two types of pregnant women in the world: the ones who glow like goddesses, and the ones who swear they're being slowly taken out from the inside.

You, for better or worse, fall solidly into the second category.

"Sit down, love. Please."

You blink down at your hands, still buried wrist-deep in the kitchen sink, suds clinging stubbornly to your knuckles like a second, soapier skin. The dishes clatter faintly against one another as you scrub, a mindless rhythm that’s become almost meditative these days—one of the few chores that lets you feel halfway normal.

Behind you, you can feel Jude hovering. His hand is half-extended, frozen awkwardly between reaching for you and holding back, like he’s ready to physically lift you away from the sink if it comes to that.

"Jude," you sigh, exhaustion threading through your voice as you turn slightly to look at him. "I'm just washing a few plates."

"You’re seven months pregnant," he counters immediately, his voice rising a fraction, that note of helpless urgency slipping through. His dark eyes—usually so steady, so soft—are wide and pleading, like he’s trying to will you into understanding the sheer scope of his concern. "And you’ve been on your feet for nearly an hour. An hour, babe."

You glance over your shoulder and catch the full effect of his worry. His brows are drawn together in a fierce line, his mouth pressed into a thin, stubborn line of determination. His arms are crossed tight over his chest, but he’s leaning toward you like he can’t physically help it, practically vibrating with barely restrained anxiety.

God, he looks so sincere it almost makes you feel guilty.

Almost.

You huff out a breath and dry your hands on a towel, more out of pity for his poor, fraying nerves than anything else. "Fine. But not because you're right," you mutter, flicking water droplets in his direction for good measure. "Because I’m tired."

"Same difference," he says immediately, flashing a grin that's more relief than triumph. He steps forward, gentle but firm, and catches your elbow in his hand like you're made of blown glass. Like you might shatter if he isn't careful enough.

You roll your eyes dramatically, but you let him lead you away from the sink, secretly grateful to be off your feet.

"Feet up," he instructs as soon as your back hits the couch. His voice has taken on that soft, bossy lilt he only uses when he’s pretending to have any say in the matter.

Before you can even protest, he’s already fussing—grabbing one of the giant, overly fluffy pillows he once swore he hated ("Why do we need a graveyard of cushions?") and tucking it carefully under your ankles, adjusting it once, then twice, until he’s satisfied.

It’s ridiculous, really. Over the past few months, Jude has evolved—or maybe devolved—into some insane hybrid of husband, bodyguard, and personal butler.

If you so much as breathe funny, he’s at your side with a glass of water and three different suggestions for prenatal yoga. He’s read every book, highlighted every article, downloaded every app the internet has ever recommended. He meal-preps your favorite comfort foods on Sundays now—though he always burns the roasted vegetables—and has stocked the pantry so full of prenatal vitamins it looks like you’re preparing for the apocalypse.

Last week, he spent three hours installing some ridiculous contraption in the car that promised to make your seatbelt “more bump-friendly.” You didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t entirely sure it was legal.

You’d tease him mercilessly if it wasn’t…well. Kind of the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.

"You comfortable?" he asks now, crouching down in front of you so you’re eye level. His hand—big, calloused from years of gripping footballs but somehow still warm and impossibly gentle—finds your knee. His thumb traces slow, absentminded circles there, grounding you.

"I'm good," you reassure him, giving him a small, real smile.

Still, he hesitates, scanning your face like he’s waiting for you to suddenly combust or cry or both. And to be honest, you don't blame him. The mood swings lately have been… unpredictable at best. Yesterday you cried because the cereal box wouldn’t open properly.

"Really," you insist, reaching out to cup his jaw. His scruff has grown in a little, prickly against your palm, but familiar in the most comforting way.

He leans into your touch immediately, closing his eyes for a second and releasing a breath you didn’t realize he’d been holding. The noise he makes—somewhere between a hum and a sigh—blooms warm and soft in your chest.

"Okay," he says finally, though he still sounds like he’s ready to spring into action at the slightest twitch. "You need anything? Tea? Water? Grapes?"

You lift an eyebrow. "Grapes?"

"You said you craved them the other day," he says defensively, looking almost sheepish.

You laugh under your breath. "That was one time, Jude."

"Still," he shrugs, as if that explains everything. "Just in case."

You shake your head and tug at the sleeve of his hoodie, coaxing him closer. "Just sit with me."

It’s all he needs to hear.

The tension bleeds out of him like air from a balloon. He shuffles onto the couch beside you with comical caution, lowering himself like he’s afraid the cushions might collapse under his weight.

Almost immediately, his hand finds your bump—it's instinctual by now—his fingers spreading protectively across the stretch of fabric covering your stomach. His thumb moves in slow, reverent circles, as if he's wordlessly communicating with the little life inside you.

You cover his hand with yours, weaving your fingers between his, squeezing lightly. His touch is steady, reassuring.

He smells like fresh laundry and the faintest trace of the aftershave you got him for your last anniversary—the one he insists on saving for “special days” but you know he wears just to make you smile. It's a stupidly perfect combination. It smells like home.

You let your head fall back against the cushion, your body finally surrendering to the tiredness that's been gnawing at your bones all day. Your eyelids flutter closed, your breathing syncing up with the slow, steady rhythm of his. He’s so warm.

For a while, neither of you speaks.

The television hums softly in the background, some late-afternoon cooking show playing reruns you're not really watching. The clatter of pans and soft chatter from the screen fills the living room with a kind of easy, domestic noise. Outside, the sky bruises into early evening, colors bleeding together in dusky streaks of violet, gold, and deepening blue. The kind of light that makes everything look a little softer. A little slower.

Jude’s hand stays splayed protectively across your bump, thumb tracing lazy, mindless circles. His touch is warm, grounding. You can feel the steady beat of his pulse under your fingers where your hands are still tangled together.

It’s peaceful. So peaceful you feel yourself drifting a little, lulled by the steady background noise, the weight of Jude's palm, the rhythmic inhale and exhale of his breathing beside you.

And then—A flutter. Small, quick, like the flick of a bird’s wing inside you.

You blink, roused from your haze, and press your hand a little more firmly against your belly, right over where you felt it.

"He's kicking," you murmur, your voice barely louder than the hush of the television. You smile, small and instinctive, as the tiny movements continue beneath your skin. It’s a strange and beautiful sensation. A secret only you and your baby share—until you let Jude in on it.

Jude’s face lights up instantly, the transformation so pure it makes your chest ache. His whole expression softens, his eyes going wide and glassy, lips parting in awe. "Yeah?" he breathes, already leaning closer like he’s afraid he might miss it if he doesn’t move fast enough.

You nod, shifting a little to give him more space. The couch creaks under your combined movements. Jude's hand slides lower, fingers splaying wide across the curve of your stomach, just above your hip bone. His touch is gentle, tentative, like he’s afraid of pressing too hard.

"There," you whisper, catching his hand and guiding it to the right spot. You hold your breath as you wait, heart thudding in your ears.

For a few long moments, nothing happens.

Jude stays perfectly still, head bowed, brow furrowed in concentration. So still you can almost feel the tension vibrating under his skin. You can see it, too—the faint crease between his eyebrows, the slight pinch at the corners of his mouth. You wonder if maybe the baby’s decided to nap just to spite you both.

But then—

A kick. A little harder this time. A tiny, decisive thump right against Jude’s palm.

He jolts like he’s been shocked, sucking in a sharp, disbelieving breath. His head snaps up, his eyes locking onto yours with a kind of wide-eyed wonder that makes your throat close up. He’s so close you could count every freckle dusting his nose, every individual eyelash framing his gaze.

"Did you feel that?" you ask, grinning so hard your cheeks hurt.

"I—yes," he stammers, looking completely dazed. "I did. Shit." His fingers flex instinctively, trying to catch the feeling again. "It was…shit, it was amazing."

You laugh wetly, blinking back a sudden, stupid rush of tears. Because it is amazing. And because you know that look. The look that says he’s falling a little more in love with both of you every time he feels that tiny life moving. The way he stares at you, like he’s seeing something sacred. Like he can’t quite believe any of this is real.

Like he can’t quite believe you’re real.

Your heart twists so hard it’s almost painful.

He doesn’t look away for a long time. His thumb strokes absentmindedly over your hip bone, the touch feather-light and reverent. "How are you feeling?" he asks eventually, voice pitched low and careful, like he’s afraid to break the moment.

You take a beat to answer, savoring the way his hand still cradles you, the way his thumb keeps brushing soothing, absentminded strokes against your side.

"Not too bad," you say finally, smiling through the knot of emotion tightening your throat.

It’s not a lie. Not really. These days, the morning sickness is more like occasional afternoon queasiness. Still unpleasant, but nothing like the all-consuming misery of the first trimester when you couldn't even think about food without dry-heaving. You’re sleeping better now, too—well, most nights—propped up on a fortress of pillows Jude arranges for you religiously.

You may not be able to walk up a flight of stairs without needing a full recovery nap afterward, and you definitely haven't seen your own toes in weeks…but you’re here. You’re okay.

Better than okay.

"No headaches?" Jude presses gently, his brows knitting together again, that familiar, earnest worry back in full force. "Back okay? Feet?"

You nod. "All good," you reassure him, squeezing his hand where it still rests over your belly.

He searches your face for a few seconds longer, his gaze darting between your eyes like he’s trying to read something invisible there. Like he knows you too well to just take your words at face value. Finally, he seems satisfied and turns his gaze back down to your bump.

"Jude?"

"Hmm?"

Your voice is soft, almost shy in the quiet room. You lean down, pressing your forehead gently to his. His arms come around you without hesitation, wrapping carefully around your waist, mindful of the bump between you, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

You can feel the tension in him—the way his muscles stay taut even as he pulls you closer, the way his breathing hitches slightly when you exhale against his skin.

"I just…I worry," he says after a long beat of silence, his voice so low you almost miss it under the soft hum of the television and the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the far wall. "That you’re doing too much. That I'm not doing enough."

You pull back just enough to meet his eyes—those familiar chocolate brown depths that have always been a mirror for every thought he’s too stubborn to say out loud. They're wide and earnest now, glinting faintly in the low evening light. Vulnerable in a way that makes your heart twist.

You lift your hand to his face, tracing the strong line of his jaw, feeling the faint prickle of stubble beneath your fingertips. Your thumb sweeps softly over the shallow cleft in his chin, the way it always does when you need him to believe you.

"You're doing enough," you whisper, meaning every word with a fierceness that almost startles you. "You're perfect."

He closes his eyes for a second, like he’s trying to let the words sink in—but when he opens them again, there's still that shadow of doubt lingering. He shakes his head slowly.

"But I can't carry it for you," he says, voice cracking the tiniest bit, raw around the edges. His hand slides instinctively back to your belly, resting there like an apology. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, lingering for a second longer than usual. "I fucking hate that I can't."

"Jude." You grab his chin, forcing him to look at you, gentle but firm. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do," he says without hesitation, the easiest truth he's ever told.

"Then trust me when I say you’re doing everything you can. More than everything. You carry me. That's more than enough." Your voice wavers, but you steady it, pulling him closer until there’s barely an inch between you. "This is our baby. Our job. Not just yours, okay?"

He stares at you for a long moment, his throat bobbing with the force of the emotion he's trying—and failing—to swallow down. Then, slowly, he nods, leaning heavily into you like he’s finally letting himself be held, too.

You wrap your arms around his neck, cradling him against you, your fingers combing through the soft coils at the nape of his neck. His breathing evens out against your collarbone, slow and shaky, like he’s exhaling every fear he’s been carrying alone.

When he lifts his head again, his eyes are glassy, lashes clumped together with unshed tears he stubbornly refuses to let fall.

He nods after a moment, leaning heavily into you. You wrap your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He closes his eyes, exhaling a slow, shaky breath. When he opens them again, they're glassy.

"I'm gonna be there," he promises, voice thick and raw, a solemn vow sealed between your heartbeats. "For everything. The late nights. The nappies. All of it. I'm not gonna miss a second." His hands tighten around your waist like he's anchoring himself to you. "Swear to God."

You believe him.

You believe him with every fiber of your being.

"I know," you whisper, brushing your thumb along the curve of his cheek, feeling the slight tremble there.

Because Jude Bellingham doesn’t do anything halfway.

Not on the pitch.

Not in life.

Not in love.

Your baby kicks again—a sharp, cheeky little nudge against your ribs—and both of you laugh, the sound bubbling up to soothe your tears. Your foreheads stay pressed together, and it feels like the whole world has been distilled down to this: the two of you, and the tiny life growing between you.

"You're sure I can't get you anything?" Jude asks a few minutes later, breaking the silence, though his hands stay firmly planted on your bump. "Juice? A snack? Anything?"

You roll your eyes fondly, leaning back into the couch cushions with a sigh. "Jude, you just brought me lunch. Like, two hours ago."

"Yeah, but that was forever ago," he insists, brow furrowing in earnest worry. "You need to eat more. You’re eating for two, remember?"

You lean back against the couch cushions and sigh. "I promise I'll tell you if I want something. Now come sit with me. Your show’s on."

"You sure?"

"I’m positive."

He hesitates—torn between wanting to keep fussing over you and finally accepting that maybe, just maybe, you’re okay for now. Eventually, he nods, dragging himself onto the couch properly and settling beside you, one arm slipping around your shoulders, the other instinctively returning to your bump. His fingers stroke over your clothes, tracing invisible patterns only he knows the meaning of.

It’s been his favorite thing to do ever since your bump started forming.

At night, when you’re curled up in bed, he’ll rest his head there, ear pressed against your stomach, almost trying to catch whispered secrets through your skin. Sometimes he stays so still you think he’s fallen asleep—but then you’ll feel the faint hum of him, humming to your bump, a low, soothing rumble that vibrates through you both.

Sometimes he talks, too.

Whispers soft things he thinks you can’t hear. Promises. Hopes. Fears he’s too proud to say out loud when you're awake.

Later, when he thinks you’ve drifted off to sleep, you hear him whisper it again against the soft curve of your belly:

"You're my whole world. Both of you."

You don’t open your eyes. You don’t have to. You can feel it in every careful brush of his fingertips, in the way he tucks the blanket a little tighter around you both, in the way he kisses your bump with a tenderness that could tear you apart if you let it.

He rests his cheek there, humming under his breath, and you think—no, you know—that whatever storms might come, whatever fears might lurk in the edges of the night, you’ll never face them alone.

Not with Jude by your side.

Not ever.

-Bianca🌻

[detectivestucks]

Marked for You Pt. 4

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Now that Kakashi knows, he won't leave you alone. There is no taking a hint because you're no longer hinting. The man doesn't understand the word 'no' and it will be the end of you.

Warnings: Sexual tension. It's getting hot in here.

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Thank you for continuing to allow my little side quest. I was reading the Four Horseman series by Laura Thalassa this week and felt the need to drag this out a smidge longer. If you've sent a request, I swear I haven't forgotten about it, I'm just being self-indulgent. Sorry!

Reader Request I Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3

Another day, another split shift, but at least the money is good. You debate if you want to spend your new wealth on better living accommodations or not but, it’s kinda nice to live next to Naruto. He’s a sweet boy and the way his eyes light up when you bring him food makes your entire day. 

As you think about the ball of sunshine you decide to head over to the leftover pastries. You grab some that you’d have to throw away otherwise, since they don’t keep well overnight, and place them in a box. Then you start grabbing the pastry trays and bring them to the back room, sorting through what will keep for another day and what needs to be tossed. Halfway through your task you hear the shop door open.

Your head lulls back as you close your eyes in frustration. You forgot to lock the door. Pasting on a smile you spin on your heel and walk to the front, however it doesn’t take long for your smile to falter.

“I thought you were on a mission.”

The tall ninja leans against the front door, one hand in his pocket, the other supporting a potted plant. “Keeping track of me, I see.”

“No, it’s just obvious when you’re out of town because you don’t haunt me like a shadow when you’re off defending the village.” your voice becomes whimsical, pretending he’s so noble and heroic when really you’d rather he just stay away.

“And now I’m home to check on my beautiful soulmate.”

Gaze cast to the ceiling, you pray for patience. With a deep breath drawn through your nose, you center your focus back upon Kakashi. “I have a birthmark. You have a crush. There is nothing deeper going on here.”

Kakashi approaches you, stepping forward till you’ve backed yourself up to the glass pastry case. “We both know that’s a lie.”

“It’s not.”

The corner of his mouth turns up, a stupid smirk stretching his lips under that dumb mask. “Keep trying to convince yourself, maybe one day you’ll actually believe it.” He leans against you as he places the pot down next to the cash register. Your body instantly reacts with a bolt of electricity shooting through your center. Stiff nipples, clenched core, lost breath, you’re stupid skin sack can’t tell the difference between a bad time and a good one. 

Kakashi feels it too. His chuckle fans your ear, causing your eyes to close.  There’s a sudden desperation to be anywhere but here and it drives you to push him away. Your palms make contact with his chest and shove his solid body away from you. As soon as he steps back you suck in air, filling your depleted lungs. 

“That wasn’t very nice.”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“You know what. I’m not interested so keep moving.”

“I’d believe you more if your nipples did just poke my chest a few seconds ago.”

You growl in frustration. “Why are you like this?”

“I’m not normally.”

“Then why me? What’s so special about me that you’ve become this guy?” you say gesturing to all of him.

“You’re my soulmate.”

“I’m not!”

“There’s no need to throw a fit.”

You claw at your own hair, pulling on it unsure of what to say or do. Your eyes dart around the shop, desperate for something, anything, to get you out of this conversation. You spot your coat and internally say ‘screw it.’ With a stomp of your foot, you silently speed walk towards your jacket and whisk it up, pulling it over your shoulders and bolting out of the front door. 

You don’t care that you left the shop unlocked or that you didn’t finish cleaning up, you just needed to get out of there. 

Kakashi calls your name, knowing he went too far. He sounds worried but you ignore him, picking up the pace of your feet till you break into an all out run, frantic to put as much distance between him and you as possible.

I pushed too hard, further than I should’ve in my desperation to get her to break. I may be patient but I'm determined and that same determination won out over my empathy.

Taking a look around, I gather the gist of what she was doing and I busy myself, finishing the job. I’ve watched her through the window enough times to know her routine. Empty the case and sort through what gets tossed and what gets saved. Count the register drawer, sweep the shop, set out the dry ingredients, take out the trash, turn off the lights, and lock all three doors before pulling the burglar gate over the shop’s main entrance. 

As I finish, I straighten the plant I brought for her, keeping it perched next to the cash register so every person who comes in can see it. She is mine. She is taken. She is off limits. Let there be no question. 

I’ve followed her in the shadows enough to know there are hopeful men encroaching on what belongs to me. She doesn’t acknowledge them, she doesn’t even notice them, stupid girl. She’s always so focused on herself that she never notices her surroundings. It’s one of her worst traits. Mostly because it makes me fear for her safety when I’m not around. 

I snatch the keys up off the floor and grab the box of treats that was sitting in the kitchen. After locking all the doors and closing the gate I set out in the direction of Naruto’s building.

Nighttime cloaks the road in darkness but splashes of streetlight illuminate the way. I’m not one for running if I’m not on a mission, so instead I stroll down the streets of Konaha, giving my princess as much time away from me as I’ll allow. I won’t stop pushing her, but I’ll try to be better. I’ll try not to let my overwhelming attraction to her hijack my morals. It can be hard though. Something about her shakes a wire loose in my brain. I can’t stop myself sometimes. She’ll be standing close but not close enough. I need to feel her against my body; it’s an involuntary reaction. I don't know how much longer I can hold myself at bay.

I climb the steps of her building before I finally come to her door next to Naruto’s. I knock with three short raps, standing patiently for her to open up. Naturally she doesn’t, I figured she wouldn’t. There’s an internal battle waging in my mind. Do I pick the lock and leave the box inside, or do I leave it out here where the ants will get to it? 

As much as I want to respect her privacy, I go ahead and pick the lock. It’s a simple single latch, nothing I can’t do with one hand. Once I hear the click, I push open the door to find the place dark except for the glow of a light seeping from under the gap of her bedroom door. Silently, I place the box on her kitchen table and excuse myself, making sure to lock what I have opened. 

Holed up in your room you hear your front door open. Why wouldn’t he break into my home?! There’s literally no place that’s safe from Kakashi. He’s inescapable.

Should I cave? Should I give in? Should I let him trample all over my heart? Your gooseflesh rises at the thought. You curl into a ball on your bed, tucking your chin tightly into your chest, hugging your knees till you hear him leave. 

It’s only then that you realize you were holding your breath.  He didn’t stay, he didn’t linger. Was he just proving to you that he can come and go as he pleases?

You roll over and scootch off the bed. Your feet lightly making their way over to the front of your apartment where you flick the light switch. Spinning around quickly, you check to make sure he isn’t secretly lurking in the shadows. After a few seconds to survey the room, verifying there is nowhere he could be hiding, your eyes settle on the pink pastry box situated at the center of your dining room table. It was the box you set aside for Naruto before your stupid soulmate came and ruined the evening. Maybe you should head back to work and at least lock the doors, however, the keys to the bakery now lay scattered on the table next to the sweets.

As much as you don’t want to give him credit, something in your gut tells you he locked up the shop, and an annoying amount of you believes he probably finished your chores too. Your fingers pick up the keys by the ring, allowing them to clang together as you dangle them in front of your face, scrutinizing the new keychain that now hangs among the metal. There's now an adorable pug dog with a headband wrapped around its head, similar to the ones ninja wear.

“You’re going to be the end of me, Kakashi Hatake. I’m sure of it.”

The sun is low in the sky, only a few rays poke through the shop window as you stand at the register taking orders from your usual crowd of morning customers. After dropping off the sweets at Naruto's, sleep was hard to chase last night now that you know Kakashi views locked doors as welcome mats.

It bothers you to no end that the handsome hero is impossible to escape. Even now, your standing next to this stupid potted plant that he left for you while being a damned gentleman and locking up shop for you last night. Though it was the least he could do considering the only reason you couldn't close shop was because of him. You just want to move on, forget about this soulmark crap and look for a nice guy. Someone who’s not so complicated, and someone who’s not a slut.

Almost robotically you fill orders. Your arms reflexively reach for the pastries that correspond with each familiar face. As the line filters in, your tired eyes look up to see someone a little less familiar.

“Morning!”

“Good Morning, what can I get you?”

You try to look wide awake. It can be hard when you both open and close but this man’s face makes it a little easier. His features are soothing. Dark brown hair, light brown eyes, olive skin, everything about him is warm and inviting. 

“Lets start with something sweet. What do you recommend?”

“I uh, well most people prefer our candied dumplings but I prefer a good cinnamon roll to start my Friday.”

“Sounds like I’ll take the cinnamon roll then.”

“You got it. Anything else?”

“I’ll take a matcha and your number if it’s available.”

“Sure thing, one matcha- wait, what?”

The curl of his lips is unmistakable as he watches your face change. The lady behind him stiffens and starts looking between the two of you. 

“You want my number?”

He scratches his neck with a little laugh. “I’m not normally very forward but I came here once before and I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re very pretty, you know. The kind of beauty that leaves an impression on a guy.”

Your lips part, unsure how to respond. You can think of one man who might agree with him but you don't want to imagine him at this moment. Your eyes are glued to this man's bright expression until you notice the lady behind him is gearing up to say something. 

“I, yeah, I, let me get you that matcha.”

You turn your back completely, trying to hide the heat on your cheeks. After a few seconds you begin pouring the hot water and steeping the matcha powder when you decide you’re going to accept. Moments ago you were wishing you could move on. This is your chance.

Just as you turn around the shop’s bell rings and in walks the persistent silver mane of one Kakashi Hatake. The paper cup nearly slips from your hand as your heart rate spikes. Of all the times for him to drop in, it had to be now. There is a collective inhale from the various occupants of the small room, each one apprehensive to see events unfold. Kakashi acts as if he didn't hear it but you know he does.

Quickly you look down, pretending you didn’t see him and minding your own business. Your fingers grasp the nearby marker and scribble your digits along the side of the cup in an act of defiance towards the Copy Ninja. No stupid mole is going to dictate your love life. It’s just a birthmark, nothing more. You plaster on your best customer service smile, handing over the cup and the small box with the customer's bun, wishing the gentleman a wonderful day and thanking him for his business.

He looks at you a bit lost but doesn’t press his proposal any further, assuming his rejection. You don’t want to address it now that ‘you-know-who’ is in the room but you pray the guy notices your note before his tosses the cup in the recycle.

As he leaves your stomach drops, both afraid Kakashi will find out what you did and sad that you never got the guy’s name. You chew on you lip as your eyes trail out the window after him before taking a deep breath and moving on to the next customer. You say your usual greeting when like a magnet, your eyes lock with Kakashi. He’s looking at you, calculated, reading you. Did he notice your number on the cup? Did he catch you looking out the window? What is he thinking behind that secretive mask?

Suddenly you realize you missed the lady’s order and blink your eyes back to focus, “I’m sorry, what was that?”

A lady, closer to her sixties than her fifties leans into you, reciting her order for the second time. As you jot it down and enter the items into the register she leans in and whispers, “Don’t go on that date sweetheart. It isn’t good to ignore a soulmark.”

Nervously glancing at Kakashi you whisper back, “I’m not ignoring it, I’m rejecting it. I’ve seen who I’m marked for and I don’t want it.”

“I don’t know what happened between you two but the longer you fight it, the harder things will be. Just give him (she glances over at the silver haired ninja) another chance.”

“I can make my own decisions, thank you.” you say as you hand over the food.

“You’re a sweet girl. Don’t do anything rash.” She grabs your hand as she takes her order and give you a light squeeze. “Just think on it.” With a smile she turns to walk out but not before giving Kakashi a polite nod as she passes. 

He exchanges pleasantries with her but as soon as she’s gone his piercing gaze is back on you. The heat of it makes you nervous. Part of you wonders again if he knows what you did and if he plans on confronting you about it. Please don’t confront me about this at work. 

You move through your line of customers for the next half hour, one after the other without any breaks. Kakashi stays with you the entire time, loitering in the shop. You want to kick him out but you also don’t want to give him any attention, aside from the glances you steal between transactions. Once the last member of the morning rush is gone you finally slam down your palm next to the register, jostling the plant. 

“Can I help you?”

He pauses, a smirk forming under his mask.

“These tables are for customers only. Either purchase something or get out.”

“Fine, I’ll bite.”

You stiffen, your eyes shooting to the cloth covering his lips. If he eats, am I finally going to see what’s under that mask? After rolling your shoulders and clearing your throat, you take a step and stand back over at the register, “What can I get you?”

“What did you recommend to that man when I first entered the shop?”

Frozen. “What?”

“The guy you were flirting with earlier. What did you offer him?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come now, you must remember. Brown hair, brown eyes, hopeful smile, trying to steal my girl.”

“I’m not your girl.”

“Yet.”

“Stop.”

“No.”

“Get out.”

“No.”

“Leave!”

“No.”

You kick the counter in frustration. “Damn it Kakashi, stop! We are not a couple! We are not dating. I do not belong to you.”

“Yes. You. Do.”

“No. I. Don’t.”

The two of you stare at each other, heat rising between you.

“I’ll take the cinnamon roll.”

You scoff, “If you already knew what he ordered then why did you ask?”

“I wanted to see if you’d lie to me.”

“And?”

“Your pants are on fire.”

“No dip, Sherlock. So how do you feel knowing I lied to you?”

“Angry.” He says it mater-of-factly, no emotion behind the word.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would. That’s why I asked.”

Kakashi just stares back at you, his face blank. “The service here is terrible. How long do you plan on making me wait for this cinnamon roll? Or are you going to bake me a fresh one?”

“You’re insufferable.”

He shrugs his shoulders. You angrily grab one of the goodie boxes and start folding it. Unceremoniously you grab the roll and slam it down in the box before shoving it in Kakashi’s chest. “Take it before I spit on it.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to your soulmate.”

“We are not soulmates!”

“Do I need pull down those pants and show you my family crest?”

“You know what...” You take back the box and open the lid, bringing it to your face, you lick off a huge glob of frosting and then push it back into his hand, wiping the icing off your chin as you do. “There.”

Before you truly register what’s happening the box falls to the floor as Kakashi pulls you into him for a kiss. In lightning speed he lowers his mask and his lips go crashing into yours. One hand firmly circles your waist, the other at the back of your head, keeping you in place, His hold is fierce, leaving you helpless to pull away. You resist him at first, keeping your mouth still but the scent of him fills your nose and clouds your mind. He smells so good. Not like cologne, but a mix of the outside and natural musk. The kind of scent that, on most men, you’d dislike, but when it comes to the man you really want, your biology can’t get enough. Your lips give way to the demanding movements of his own and soon his tongue is exploring your cavern, licking the sugary sweetness right out of it. 

You swoon, your lips keeping pace with his. Everything about you is in sync. Your body entirely in tune with the man holding you. His fingers in your scalp tighten their grip, fisting your hair the more excited the wolf gets. You’re melting into him, every crevice of your body blending with his edges.

Kakashi’s moaning into you, devouring you and leaving your lips swole. He leaves you with a new hunger that you’ve never experienced before and it frightens you. All of this frightens you.

Your eyes snap open and you push him away. “No!”

Standing there, mask carefully pulled back over his features, Kakashi pants, a mix of dazed and shocked. He steps forward, “I know you felt it. It wasn’t just me.”

“It was.”

“Liar.”

You look at him with defiance. “I don’t know what I felt and I don't care. I’m not going to let this happen. Not now, not ever.”

“One way or another, Princess, this is happening. Fight it all you want mystery girl, but you’re not slipping through my fingers.”

“Get out.” you whisper, eyes turned down. You bite the flesh of your lips, feeling how inflamed they are from the way Kakashi toyed with them.

He gives you one last look of yearning before he leaves, making a shockingly silent exit.

You stoop down to collect the ruined cinnamon bun, almost surprised that Kakashi didn’t clean it up before he left. He cleaned up your mess last night, why not clean up this one? Ugh, even to yourself you sound like a selfish brat. Gods, how insufferable have I become?

Running my hands over my mask, I trace my own lips. You kissed her. You kissed her. Heavens, you kissed her.

Walking away from the bakery, I replay the scene over and over in my head. Her smell, her taste, her fire. I want her more than anything but I was foolish. I pushed her too far again. I need to get a grip. Why can’t I control myself around her?! This is a precision operation and I’m blowing it. 

Then there’s that guy. Who is my mystery girl giving herself away to? Over my dead body. There will be no date. I don’t care what she thinks she’s going to do, it’s not happening. 

I lower my hand and turn in the same direction that joke was walking in earlier. Time to do some recon...

Masterlist I Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3

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[painted-bees]

Dang, I feel like I'm going to fast. This is my third ask in a week, What does Naomi look like? Will we see a illustration of her?

I'm sick as a dog--but the fact that I haven't drawn Naomi in any of the lil' doodle comics yet was killin' me. So here, she gets to be the first non-trio Hi-Note character to get her own dedicated little doodle <3

it's subject to change, but I think this roughly captures the vibe!

answers to your other two questions behind the cut!

She'd be thrilled!! She'd sing about anything!!! She'd try to see if the law of musicals apply and attempt to get other people to join in her number, too!

Well you can't just say that and then not tell me about the mystery character..! :3c

[whiteboardartstudios]

Goodbye, Gendaen

fan art for @mtqcomic

Thoughts and LONG ramble under the cut! (includes spoilers!!!)

A while ago (like last week maybe?) I realized that I've been following this comic for almost a year, and I still haven't drawn Mysta yet! I figured that with the recent end of Chapter 3 and that *huge* lore drop (I was NOT expecting that oh my goodness the theory wheels are turning in the void that is my brain) now would be a pretty good time to draw her! So that's where this came from! :D

I thought that it would be fun to draw Mysta looking sort of like a knight? Partially because it makes for cool posing and composition but also because I think that if she was in D&D she would be a paladin due to the whole "Hero sent by Destiny" thing (I considered sorcerer or warlock as well, but her moveset is mostly melee at the moment so I thought that paladin fits better. Plus this opens up the possibility of Gendaen being an Oathbreaker paladin, depending on how that whole situation with the Crimson went. (also now I kind of want to put the main cast of mtq in D&D even though I don't actually know a lot about D&D ToT. I think Eth would be a ranger maybe multiclassed into something magic-related, because rangers have a favored enemy mechanic that gives them advantages on fighting a certain type of enemy, which could be Crimson enemies for D&D Eth. Yele is (kind of obviously) a druid because of the whole dryad thing, and Zaïl is definitely giving rogue energy to me.)) Anyways, D&D-related sidetrack aside – hello??? End-of-chapter-3 lore drop? (/positive) I have SO many questions. First of all, what happened to convince Gendaen to switch sides? For someone who allegedly spent his entire life trying to cleanse the Crimson, it would've taken one heck of a worldview-upending revelation to get him to join it. With the information we currently have, it seems pretty clear that Gendaen isn't mind-controlled or corrupted or anything – not just because of the reasons Eth gave in page #169, but also because from all the interactions we've had with Nelun Soma'o/Gendaen, he seemed to be pretty chill? I pointed out in my first fan art post that it doesn't seem as if Nelun Soma'o is being built up to be a villain character and is instead more of an antagonist with a slight mentor role, and I think that still kind of holds up now. Gendaen definitely wants Mysta to help him and/or the Crimson with something, and as Yele said in that recent comic, things aren't really adding up. I'm still slightly suspicious of the Order of Learning as well (insert person pointing at conspiracy theory board meme here lol), since you would think that if Gendaen and Eth are really close then Gendaen might have told Eth about the whole Crimson situation, right? On Page #250 (which is marked as 150??? probably a typo but idk) Gendaen says that he didn't want Eth to be roped into this whole situation, which could be a reason for keeping him in the dark – though if he knew Eth really well then he might have suspected that Eth wouldn't just let him disappear and would go searching for him. Another possible reason (in my theory) if the Order is evil or something and Gendaen learned something that he shouldn't have learned, maybe he knew that Eth wouldn't believe him because of his loyalty to the Order? I may just be connecting random dots and calling it a picture here but *something* is going on and until we get more clues on what that may be, I'm sticking with this theory lol :P EDIT, I was rereading Gendaen's character sheet and it says there that he has a strong code of honor and fights for the underdogs (not the exact phrasing but it's close). 👀 does that mean the Crimson is in some sort of underdog position? 👀

Anyways back to the drawing a little, I gave both Gendaen and Mysta a sort of braid-like element in their designs to sort of tie them together a bit visually (Mysta's is on the sides of her head, which is kind of hard to see so I added a little ribbon to show that parts of her hair is tied back, and Gendaen's is in his golden hair accessory thingy). I think that there's definitely some sort of correlation between Gendaen's disappearance/switching to the Crimson and Mysta being sent to Sol Ybberia, and I also think that both of them are going to play an important role in whatever happens in the future, hence the braids (to show that their destinies are kind of intertwined, as the two Heroes of Sol Ybberia). I also thought that it would be fun to put Gendaen in a stained glass window instead of actually physically being present, because up until the Nelun Soma'o reveal, all the things we know about Gendaen are basically all from Eth's recollections of him, which for me definitely paints a bit of a "Character haunting the narrative" kind of vibe. I also think that with the Nelun Soma'o reveal, the somewhat glorified (for a lack of a better word – I think Eth might be a little biased when it comes to Gendaen, considering that Gendaen has been missing for about 5 years, if my math is correct? 5 years feels like a long time to me and I think that if a person important to me has been missing for that long then my impression of them would definitely start warping to how I want to remember them/who I wanted them to be and I might start unintentionally ignoring the things that doesn't quite match that image in my head. Speaking of/case in point, Eth's reaction to the Nelun Soma'o reveal!) image of Gendaen that we had got thrown in a metaphorical blender with our idea of the Crimson at the time, and it just makes things a whole lot more complicated in a very interesting way. (If you look at the bottom right of the image you can see Nelun Soma'o's cloak coming out of stained-glass Gendaen's cloak, which I thought would be a fun little detail to include). Hence, the stained glass is kind of the "perfect Hero who disappeared to advance the plot" Gendaen and we can see Mysta kind of splitting the glass with her Rotted Fork from a composition point of view, referencing that huge lore bomb she dropped a couple of pages ago and how that changes our (or at least my) perception of Gendaen as a character entirely. I really do like the plot twist, as I think it makes Gendaen a more 3-dimensional character with more complicated motivations and narrative significance, as before I mainly knew him as "predecessor to Mysta" and "one of Eth's sources of motivation", but now he my understanding of Gendaen also extends to things about Gendaen himself and not just about his role in relation to other characters (for example, "Gendaen is helping the Crimson for reasons currently unknown" or "Gendaen is planning something that involves Mysta??? and he's in the Void??? And apparently Mysta is supposed to jailbreak him out at some point in the future?" He definitely has something planned behind the scenes, I don't know what it is and I want to find out).

MORE THINGS about Gendaen (can you tell that he's my favorite character at the moment ToT), what's up with those last words? If I'm correct (and I think I am, I scrolled all the way back to the page where the gods were introduced just to check this ToT), Nomù is Compassion? How is compassion related to Gendaen's alliance with the Crimson? I mean, when you think of the Crimson, compassion definitely is NOT the first value that comes to mind. Right now it seems that to me, Gendaen's plan with Mysta and the Crimson and the Void is connected to Nomù somehow? (the "I won't disappoint you" is definitely interesting). I don't have a lot of thoughts or theories on where this might be going, I just thought that it was something interesting to metaphorically chew on for the next while. It definitely seems like it has some sort of narrative significance, at least.

There might be more things that I wanted to talk about, but I can't really think of them off the top of my head right now (it might be due to the fact that it's currently quite late in my time zone ToT I am sleepy) so that's all from me for now :D (Also dropping the version of the drawing with just the lineart here because I think it looks really cool)

I hope you have a really nice day and/or night! :D

*a starry rift in space opens up in front of me and I faceplant into it like it is a mattress* (gotta make that dramatic exit!) [Image ID: The first image is a colored and rendered image of Mysta from the Mysta's Terrarian Quest webcomic standing in front of a stained glass window of Gendaen. She is holding the Rotted Fork spear from Terraria, and she has a determined expression on her face. The stained glass shows Gendaen with his back turned to the audience, and one closed eye is visible. His cloak is flowing to the right of the image, where it emerges out of the stained glass as it fades from green to dark grey. Crimson vines, green trees, and white clouds surrounds Gendaen in the stained glass. Outside of the glass portrait, real crimson vines are creeping along the stone walls that the portrait is on, framing the portrait and Mysta in the middle. A red light source is shining down from the upper right corner of the drawing. End ID.] [Image ID: The second image is a work-in-progress version of the first image without any color and only some minimal shading, with all shades being in monochrome. Mysta's lineart is noticeably darker compared to the line art of the background. End ID.]

EDIT: Forgot to add image ids, they're here now TwT

[malfoy-mrsdracomalfoy]

Start Of An Age

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst and mental health struggles. *Caution strongly advised*

Word Count: 3781

Summary: Part two of "End Of An Era" Draco and reader finalize things... For better or for worst?

Author's note: This is heavily reader-based at the beginning. Draco doesn't play a significant part right away. Be patient? x

PART TWO

Reader's Point Of View:

And suddenly, we are strangers again.

Dining Hall, Breakfast Time 7am

I look to Draco's usual spot at the Slytherin table. Empty. I look down at my breakfast plate contemplatively. I feel sick all the time. This is my first time out of bed in a week. I try to take a bite, but I notice a green apple float by. I push my plate back and run to my dorm, screaming into my pillow with sobs.

I don't emerge for another three days. My friends leave food at my door -it's constantly locked- and I pick at it once in a while, really annoyed with how much it takes to keep a body alive. Thank Merlin it's summer time and we're out for the next three months. I pray he went home to the Malfoy Manor so I don't have to risk seeing him around. I think it's time I try to shower. I sit on the cold tiled shower floor as the memories of that night force their way to the front of my thoughts. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to physically hold myself together. My tears are flowing in a constant stream down my face, my whole body is wracking with sobs. It takes every ounce of strength to wash up. I'm trembling as I step out.

My parents keep owling me asking how I am, and if I'm going to spend Summer here at Hogwarts, like I did last summer- with Draco. I owl back, "I'm coming home." I spend the next day packing and refusing to let myself feel anything. I am keeping my mind carefully blank. I approach my home where my mom is waiting for me on the porch. As I'm pulling in the driveway, the sight of her makes me open the car door and fall to my knees on the cement. She runs to me, and helps me up. She knows. I didn't even have to tell her.

June

I wake up screaming from my nightmares. It's always different versions of the same concept. Draco leaving me, again and again. I've slept 3 hours each day for the last five days. Every time I close my eyes it's nightmare after nightmare.

I lay in bed on my side completely still, staring at my drawn curtains. I feel my sister come in and slip into bed next to me. She says nothing. She wraps her arms around me. I tremble and she pats down my hair. We lay like this for hours until she quietly gets up and leaves, a quiet sob leaves her at the thought of her little sister in anguish.

Three days later I try to leave my bed, legs shaking from lack of use. I need to try to do something -anything- today. My parents look at me intently as I walk in the room. My mom is looking to see what I need, and she will try her best to give it to me. My emotionally distant father leaves the room. He doesn't want to feel anything, but his gut is sick at the thought of my state. He doesn't know how to handle it so he leaves the room, his concerns silent to everyone but his own brain.

My mom approaches me, hesitantly, and watches my reaction. My chest is beginning to heave. She reaches out to hug me, and I fall into her arms wailing, again. She rubs my back, silent tears of her own running down her face.

I go on a walk today to try and reconnect with the world. I take notice of a blonde child running to his equally blonde father and throw up on the street.

I sit and stare out my bedroom window. The loss of him completely engulfs me. I feel the absence of him everywhere. I haven't spoken in two weeks.

July

It's the Fourth Of July. I got out of bed today and actually made my own breakfast. I stare at the pancakes in the pan, mind chock-full of memories and thoughts of him. I hold back tears. I can do that now. I eat one pancake and hold it down. I drink half a cup of orange juice. My mom watches me, silently, with relieved tears running down her face. She quickly wipes them away upon meeting my gaze. I smile gently at her and she gasps. This is the first time I smiled in months.

I sit with my mom on our backyard patio today. She's the only person I can be around right now. I talk to her, and she listens. I share some of my favorite memories at Hogwarts. I vent to her about some stressors. She catches me up on everyone's lives. We chat easily, and I leave the conversation feeling lighter. I don't mention Draco. I still can't say his name.

I sit upright in bed again, waking up from another nightmare. I'm not screaming this time, I'm used to them. In this one, Draco was happily with someone else, giving her the smile he used to reserve just for me. I lay back down on my pillow, pulling the covers all the way up to my nose. As I stare up at my ceiling, devastation crushes my chest. I can't take it any longer, and I head into my parent's room. I crawl into bed with my mother, my father has left for work. She sits up, startled, afraid of what might be happening to me. She gives me a once over, making sure I look physically fine enough. She pulls the blanket over me without forcing any contact, always seeing what I need first. I turn to her and curl up to her side, hugging her. She kisses my head and hugs me back. I sleep the next seven hours deeply and without nightmares.

I walk down the hall, whispered voices making their way to my ears. I peek around the corner and see my parents whispering at the dining table, and my father is crying. The very same father who hasn't felt a single thing he didn't want to my entire life. My mom runs her hand up and down his arm. "She has lost all the light in her eyes." My father sobs out. My mother begins crying too. I stare on, tears turning to determination. I am going to get better. For them.

August

The nightmares are only three times a week now. Not several a night.

I'm eating normally. I even dare to take a walk down the street I seen the blonde kid and his father at earlier this summer. As I approach, I notice they aren't around. I sigh in relief, and focus on my breathing and the sounds around me. I'm feeling better.

I'm in therapy now. I'm doing better.

I hug my parents today and head to lunch with my sister. We laugh. I feel lighter.

My brother, following our father's emotionally distant lead gives me 50 galleons then promptly leaves. I laugh.

September

After the worst and darkest summer of my life, I am having several panic attacks leading up to the re-start of the term. I try to practice what my therapist taught me. 5 things I see, 4 things I can touch, 3 things I can hear, 2 things I can smell and 1 thing I can taste.

I enter the train with a renewed resolve. I think of my father crying, my mother's face getting paler every day, my sister's concern. I feel my brother's 50 galleons in my pocket. I will push on. For them.

I don't see him on the train, I refuse to let myself look. Well much, anyway. I peek down his usual corridor of booths once. "No Draco" I whisper to myself with a sigh in relief. I can finally say his name out loud again.

I look out the train windows to see all the leaves falling. It's the change of the season. It's not my dark Summer anymore, it's the Autumn Equinox. We'll see what this year brings.

October

I see Draco for the first time in the month we've been in term. He's skinnier, paler, and he's got permanent bags under his eyes adorned with a permanent scowl. I guess this Summer wasn't easy on him, either. He begins to look my way and I look toward the opposite wing and hurry down it. I decide to risk a glance back, and he's gone again. I run to my dorm and sob into my sheets.

Things are getting bad again. I see him more now, I feel like he's around every corner. I ache at the sight of him, and I long to hear his voice and smell his cologne again. I want to touch and be touched by him again. All the things I can't do.

November

I decided I'm going to take a trip up to the astronomy tower. This is the first time I've stepped foot in it since May this year. As I walk up, I see Draco already tucked away on the platform, eyes staring up at the sky. With his guard down, he looks as awful as I feel. He must've sensed someone watching him because his eyes flicker down. For the first time in six months we made eye contact. His expression one of shock and... something else I can't quite place yet. Frozen, just for a moment. I pull myself together and take my eyes off him. I calmly walk deeper into the grounds, passing the foundation of the tower, I feel a storm of emotions beginning to completely over take me.

Forbidden Forest

I enter the forbidden forest, too sad to be afraid, too angry. I can't take it. I'm angry now. All this anger needs a release. I need an outlet. I look around frantically, trying to find something. The forest is dark, the trees dense. I can barely see my hand in front of my face. I hear strange noises, and see a rustling in the bushes. In the trees to the left of me, something begins to growl. I freeze, hearing a twig snap behind me.

I press on. I refuse to be afraid. I'm feeling reckless for once in my otherwise perfectly restrained life. All the stress. All the expectations. All the criticisms. All the pain, trials and tribulations. I won't be silent, not right now. I begin to zap spell after spell. My Patronus following me, I push on. My path is now illuminated by the ethereal glow of my protector.

The forest comes alive with magic as I continue casting. There's an obvious shift in the air. I revel in it. Feeling as if light is bursting out of me, I begin to run in deeper, my Patronus' white glow meets the ground, as if they manifested into their physical form and they run alongside me. The trees seem to lean in, as if watching me. I hear heavy footsteps behind me. I ignore them. This moment is mine and mine alone. My wand pointing in front of me, I release several spells, each more beautiful than the last. Colors are flowing freely from my wand, shooting up like fireworks and swirling around tree trunks and sliding through the plantation.

The forest is completely illuminated. The trees seem to glow with an inner light, the underbrush bursting with vibrant colors. I look around in wonder. 'Look what I created!' I think to myself, feeling light and genuinely happy for the first time in half a year. I'm laughing joyfully, sound echoing off the glowing trees. I spin, an aurora borealis is the sky above me, gently rubbing the tree line. The forest is now filled with fireflies and they're zipping through my hair and bouncing around. Their light reflects the gold chain on my neck. It's a necklace Draco got me for Christmas last year. It's the Draco Constellation. I am ready to wear it now. I couldn't even look at it before today. Here I am now, wearing it. It really is beautiful and my favorite thing I owned.

A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and imposing. Seeing the shadow emerge I meet it with a steady gaze. Not afraid, non-threatening. Just looking- and seeing. It steps into the clearing and I am met with a massive, shaggy black stag. Easily matching a polar bear in height and size, the eyes glow with ancient wisdom and it gazes at me with curiosity and approval. It lowers its head, seeming to nod solemnly at the magical beauty I've created. This creature feels as old as time itself. I bow deeply. "Thank you for letting me enter your home." I say with genuine appreciation, still bowed.

The stag snorts softly, its breath warm against my bowed head. Looking up to meet the creature's eyes once more, I sense a gentle, ancient magic emanating from it. The forest seems to hold its breath, even the fireflies had stilled, when the stag begins to speak to me in a voice that resonates within my soul.

"Long has it been since one has brought such beauty to our home. You have a gift, child. A rare and precious magic." It pauses, gaze piercing into my soul. "You have seen such darkness, yet your soul remains full of light." I match the stag's gaze, filling mine with reverence. I smile gently and respond,

"This forest has always been beautiful. It just needed to be awakened." The stag's eyes sparkle with delight at my response. "Indeed, it was always here waiting, stagnant. Your touch has brought renewed vigor." The stag's eyes fix on something behind me before returning its gaze to me.

"I sense you're not like others who wander into our forest."

"I came here with good intentions. I would never harm a soul here." I feel my appreciation and admiration for my surroundings begin to pulse out of me, a warm hue surrounding my form. The stag looks around me as if they can see the very aura of me. A soft, approving nod emanates from its soul. "Your intentions are pure, and your heart is full of wonder and respect. Very well, I shall grant you a gift. One that few outsiders have ever recieved. It's been centuries since it was last shared."

I feel honored. "Come closer, child." The stag says softly. I notice the antlers seem to be growing, branching out, becoming more complex and beautiful as it seems to hold the entirety of the forest in them. I step closer, my Patronus watching protectively on the side. As I draw nearer, the stag lowers its massive head. One of the newly formed antler points brushes lightly against my forehead, and I feel a surge of ancient magic course through me. My vision suddenly expands, and I can see strand of gold magic weaving through the forest around me. "Now, you understand." Their voice a murmur of wind and leaf. "You are connected to all that lives here." I meet it's archaic eyes. "It's an honor to receive a gift of this magnitude" I gratefully say. The stag bows it's head,

"You are welcome here, always, as one who sees and understands. Return whenever you need peace, connection or wisdom" Its form begins to fade, leaving behind a soft, magical glow. "And remember, child... The heart matters most". With that knowing comment, they disappeared.

I stand there, watching the empty space that held the magnificent creature just moments ago. 'The heart matters most' I think to myself. I hear a rustle of the undergrowth behind me and turn to look. Draco steps out of the shadows, face in complete shock and awe. His wide eyes looking at the spot the stag stood.

"What just happened?" Those are his first words to me, after half a year of silence. I want to be angry but I'm just glad to see him and that he's speaking to me. I stand there, my outburst and the stag's presence and gift rendering me calm. I look into his eyes and see flat blue. The light was gone in his eyes, as well.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Are his next ones. I look at him, really looked at him and I saw my own devastation reflected back to me. He was hurting just as bad as I am, maybe even more. He takes a step closer, looking at me with the eyes of a man broken.

"I'm sorry too." I respond quietly. He watched me carefully to see if I was going to lash out or yell at him. I just stood there, looking as remorseful as him.

"I miss you" He said, his face looked drawn and tears began to fill his eyes.

"I miss you, too." I respond. We both take a subconscious step toward each other, bodies now a foot away. I was looking at him but I wasn't seeing my Draco. His smirk was gone, the twinkle in his eyes snuffed completely. His eyes were hollow, dull and devoid of everything. I felt the need to be close to him, but I didn't dare push it. He looked at me in earnest. I just barely started getting color back to my face, and he didn't recognize me either.

"May I hug you?" He asks so softly I had to strain my ears to hear. I nodded and he reached out immediately, pulling me into him, flush against his body. The hug was firm. His arms were snaked around my shoulders and waist, completely pinning my arms down the sides of my own body. I bent my forearms up, wrapping them around his back. The hug was tight and I closed my eyes, focused on the feeling.

I felt like I finally reached an anchor in the sea of turmoil. His body begins to tremble and he starts to cry into my hair, then he leans down and sobs in my neck. His whole body is wracked with sobs of agony. He starts to cry harder, making sounds so devastating that I start to sob, too. He sounds like a man who lost the love of his life.

I begin to rub my hand up and down his back. I got to release some of how I was feeling this summer, but I know he didn't have that luxury. Not even home at Malfoy Manor could he show any sign of weakness. He suffered in silence, completely alone. The thought made me cry out with him. The forest, once full of bright light, dims to a soft glow. It sensed the intimacy of this moment.

We both cry and sob, tugging each other closer. His knees buckle and I tumble down with him. Now, on our knees, we are flushed together. Two lovers reunited. After what felt like hours of shared anguish we stopped. He was now randomly taking in shaky breaths. The kind that could only come from crying one's heart out. We kneel in silence, our eyes closed, and are focusing solely on how our bodies felt to one another.

I slowly pull back from the hug but his grip tightens, not allowing me to move from him at all. "Please. Don't leave." He pleads. My heart clenches in my chest again.

"I'm not leaving, I'm just standing up." I tried to pull away again and his grip tightens for a few moments, like he was not fully trusting that I wouldn't run off. He reluctantly loosened his grip but kept his arms around me as I stood, letting me pull him up.

We faced each other once more, eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot. Voice hoarse from crying he says, "I never meant what I said to you in that tower. I regretted it the second it came out of my mouth and have every moment since. You mean so much to me, I was a coward and pushed you away. I should never have let you leave that evening. I would do anything -anything- to go back to that moment and just pull you into me and tell you how much I care about you. I denied myself the feeling of loving you and being cherished by you. I was scared of how deep my feelings ran for you and I pushed you away like a fool. An utter fool. I regret it every day, every second, every breath I take. I am so sorry. I love you. I'm in love with you." His voice is emotional and desperate.

"I love you too." I respond, simply. He smiles and his entire face changed. He was my Draco again. The color begins to return back to his face and it was like a light turned on in his eyes. I beam. He beams back. We start chuckling and then laughing. We clutch each other's arms and laugh, eyes never leaving one another. A release.

He pulls me in for another hug, picking me up and spinning us. I throw my head back with a delighted squeal. "Dragon!" I laugh out, my beloved nickname for him slipping out naturally, care free. He sets me down with a huge smile. "You called me Dragon." He throws his head back, laughing gleefully. I laugh, "I did." With that, he pulled me in for a kiss.

The wind picks up and begins brushing through our hairs. 'Well timed' I think to the wind. His lips are slightly chapped but I don't care. We are kissing again, like we used to. Only better now. He finally let me in and I feel victorious. I've done it. I've broken into the mind, heart and soul of the man I treasure, the one who owns my heart.

He sets me down and looks at me, admiration clear on his face. I look at him, smiling and whispering, "What?" He grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. He leans in to rub the tip of our noses together, giving me eskimo kisses. I lean up and press a sweet kiss to his lips, pulling back. He leans down immediately, kissing me again and letting his lips linger. Pulling away with a smile, his hand begins to brush up and down my back and he asks me,

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

I giggle and nod, "Of course I will." His smile was so brilliant and bright I felt a tingle flow through my entire body. From my head to my toes. I giggle as I think,

'My boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. I'm Draco Malfoy's girlfriend.'

Masterlist

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I wrote this probably over 2 months ago and haven't done shit with it since. I thought it was cute but never elaborated on it.

So it is what it is. But it's about Nanami. ANYTHING to bring this man back lol.

SFW from what I can recall. Enjoy <3

Hear ... Me ... Out.

Nanami is at his favorite coffee shop one day and he sees this girl (woman, ok? don't get into semantics over it) and she is just a hot fucking mess.

Her hair is in the world's messiest bun on top of her head. It doesn't look like it's been brushed for a few days. Her clothes are like, less than casual. He doesn't want to use the word "sloppy", but damn. She look so sloppy rn that he has this overwhelming need to go straighten her up.

She's not ugly, not beautiful ... natural, though. But there's something about her that he is drawn to. She's kinda chubby. Which adds to her unique appearance(?), but with the right fitting clothes, she would be so cute, he thinks.

There's not a speck of make up on here face. And Nanami can't help but find that somewhat refreshing. There are stains on her sweatshirt from the coffee she is drinking. Crumbs on the table from her bagel with cream cheese.

GOD he wants to give her a napkin but doesn't want to offend her. What is the etiquette here, he wonders. Could he spin it so he comes off as polite? Caring, even?

He watches her for a while longer. Studies her face as she reads up on whatever textbook she's studying from. He can't get a good look at it, but it's a thick book.

Speaking of thick, he looks down to her thighs. They're thick, too.

His tired mind begins to wander uncontrollably to what she would feel like, what she would taste like. Then Nanamin catches himself staring too long. Spit pools in his mouth and he swallows hard. He looks away, hopefully before you catch him eating you up & out with his eyes.

But it's too late. You felt someone's gaze on you. And not just someone's. Fucking Kento Nanami's breathtaking brown eyes.

So now you're taking him in. And he is the most put together person you have ever seen. His blue button-up shirt is so well pressed that there isn't a single crease in it, even as he sits there in the cafe, it hugs his large arms looking like it was about to give at even the slightest miscalculated move. His tie hangs perfectly around his muscly neck. The light colored pants he wears - Oh God. They look like they're painted on. And they leave very little to the imagination.

He's got a tiny cup in front of him, his regular drink, espresso. But you don't know that's his regular drink. Because you have never seen him before. You don't even come to this cafe regularly. The one you like, the one closest to where you live, is having some renovations done. It has ruined more than one morning for you this week. Seeing the tall, ridiculously handsome man sitting across the seating area is starting to fix some of today's damages, though.

You tilt your head to the left and size him up, just like he was doing to you. But you're not even trying to be discreet. You decided that morning that you had nothing to lose by doing the societally deemed shameful things.

ie: oogling an attractive man, while you're looking like you're coming down from a 23 hour gambling bender with Toji (Nanamin doesn't know you know Toji and vice versa). Not that he'd permit you to keep associating yourself with him if anything were to become of the two of you.

No, he'd put a stop to that years ago. No proper lady of his would be fraternizing with garbage like Toji Fushiguro. No, no, no.

He's already decided he wants to talk to you. And while he has absolutely no reason to be shy about speaking with you, he can't bring his legs to move. That could be in large part to the considerable amount of blood that has pooled in the center of his body. He'll give it a minute and compose himself before he walks your way.

Nanami glances back at his newspaper and continues to read the daily stock updates. He sees movement in his periphery but thinks nothing of it because, after all, this is a busy cafe. It is a Wednesday. More people than you will move around.

It is you, though. You pack up your stuff, purposely leaving behind your cellphone beside your empty coffee cup, and walk toward him, holding eye contact for the entire time you're heading toward the exit.

He gets excited for some reason he can't yet understand and his pulse gets faster and faster the closer you get to his table for 1. Without thinking, he straightens up the scattered papers on the small table surface like he was expecting company. Your company.

But you turn at the very last second and push open the door to the sidewalk. The disappointment Nanamin feels crushes him like nothing he's quite experienced before. You are no one to him. He, in turn, knows that he's no one to you as well. Yet the dejected feelings remain in the forefront of his thoughts.

His eyes squint against the bright reflection of something silver on the table you were sitting at. You'd strategically forgotten and placed your phone to pick up the sun's light emerging from behind the clouds to get his attention.

It worked. He made his way across the cafe to the shiny object left behind. Picking it up, he tapped on the screen. To his great pleasure, there was no lock on the main screen. He had access to your photos. Your contacts. Your notes. Everything. He could look at everything.

Being the gentleman he is, Nanami thought it best to not look through it, though. He thought about giving it to the barista and letting them handle returning it to you. But there's no fun in that. He would track you down and give it back himself.

On the car ride to the "Return To" address in the phone, he felt his stomach turning. There was no reason for him to be nervous about this task, considering what his career is. He dealt with much worse shit than delivering a phone to a woman to whom he was attracted but couldn't figure out why. This was child's play. There was no curbing his excitement though.

Arriving outside your apartment building, he was surprised at how nice the place was. If he had to guess by just looking at you, he'd not have guessed a place such as this.

The doorman let Nanami pass with no problems. Looking as respectable as he does often grants him permissions that other people can't even entertain the idea of.

He pushed the button to call the elevator down and waited for it to carry him to the 14th floor.

Walking down the hallway until he found your place, he smoothed his tie down and knocked 3 times. He heard your footsteps coming as you padded your way closer to your door. And then he saw your shadow moving underneath, on the opposite side that he stood.

"Hello?" He said, his voice rumbly and deep. "You left your phone at the cafe we were both just at. I - thought I'd return it to you."

Nanami watched your shadow stretch out a little more and heard your fingers tap on the door as you looked through the peephole.

@darkstarlight82 @viburnt @arlerts-angel @kazutora-kurokawa @katkusuo (tagging you on the off chance you give a shit =))

[beeeinyourbonnet]

Unbowed | Chapter 1

Rating: E

Pairing: Develle (Danny Devine x Belle) and some Ivelle for fun (Colonel Ives x Belle)

Summary: Belle works nights at the Parrot Club to pay off her estranged husband’s debts to Danny Devine, and days at a bookstore where she has struck up a friendship with a gentleman named Ives. Belle is just supposed to do Danny's books and keep the office organized, but when Something Happens, the she gets drawn into a world she never expected.

Some notes: 1. Pls remember Ravenous is about cannibalism and Ives is a cannibal x] So I'm squeamish, there won't be any gross descriptions here, but like. You know. Sometimes shit has to happen xD 2. Develle is endgame here! 3. You should watch Ravenous if you haven't. It's so good. If you haven't seen Dead Fish...maybe just watch the Danny scenes xD But I try to make it so you don't HAVE to have seen either to read this. 4. If there's anything else you're worried about re: triggers, pls message me and I will gladly tell you! I don't want to give spoilers too broadly but I am happy to give them. 5. I know that the queerness of Ravenous is one of its big themes and draws, and I am taking that into account. But if you got here from the Ravenous tag and are looking for m/m, that won't be here. Just a heads up!

ANYWAY HERE'S THE FIC

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In the fell clutch of circumstance

      I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

      My head is bloody, but unbowed.

-William Ernest Henley

Belle hated the Parrot Club. It wasn’t the club’s fault—actually, Belle liked the theatrical, glittering floor shows and psychedelic decor and talented dancers—it was that she was trapped here five nights a week, stuck in the well-decorated but windowless office of her employer, Danny Devine.

She hated it in particular tonight, because it was her twenty-ninth birthday, and even if she hadn’t been in the club pretending to sort through receipts, she wouldn’t have had anyone to spend it with. She might as well spend it alone in their office while Danny drove all over trying to collect payments. At least it wasn’t with Gaston.

“Oi.” Danny burst in from the club side, and Belle’s spirits perked up for a second or so at his presence before plummeting back down. “Did anyone come in here? Mr. fucking Beatty said he fucking dropped off a hundred quid and I told him he was a fucking liar.”

“He was a fucking liar,” Belle agreed. “No one dropped anything off.”

Danny muttered to himself as he stomped to his desk, a little tempest in a teacup. His ostentatiously tight suits had irked Belle when she’d first met him six months ago, but now they were as familiar as Danny himself. 

“Some good news, though.” He shuffled through some papers on his desk. “Your fucking good-for-fucking-nothing husband paid me for the first time since fucking July.” 

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[kaycode1999]

Haii!! I was wondering if I could get a transformers matchup? Decepticon or autobot, either is fine.

I am genderfluid (they/them) and bisexual. I have short curly black hair with brown/hazel (idk I've been told I have both?) eyes. I'm pale, 5'3 and on the more chubby side. I wear glasses because I'm blind and can't see shit.

I have dyslexia and probably autism but I haven't got tested so Idk. Math has always been very hard for me to understand it in do great in subjects like history.

I am very introverted and tend to avoid social interactions, and I tend to be very judgemental and once I don't like you, I don't like you and will probably never like you. I can be spiteful but id never be outwardly rude of shit talk someone because I tend to freeze up during confrontation but I don't let anyone walk on me, i stand my ground and pick my battles wisely. Im very quiet and have been told I am a great listener and would make a good therapist. While in school I would go weeks without saying a single word but then when I got home it was like I couldn't shut up. Speaking in a public setting is genuinely terrifying to me and it feels like my mouth and glued shut whenever I try to. I am very connected to the environment and its creatures, and feel like I'm able to trust and get along with other animals better then I am people. My one big goal in life is to start a farm/animal rescue. Some of my favorite animals are alligators and crocodiles, and I could probably spill facts about them for hours if someone let me. I tend to be very protective of my things and schedule and get upset when people disrupt or move things. I have a spot for everything and if something isn't in it's spot or gets rearranged somewhere else I get anxious. I collect a lot of things and grow attached to them quickly. I am immensely independent because I am afraid of asking for help. I know exactly what i want and what i need, and I'll manage to do anything to get it. Humor and laughter is a key part of me and what i seek in life. But also trust and loyalty, those are all qualities i possess and seek in others. I tend to overthink sometimes and get paranoid about people leaving me.

My hobbies include art, I like to draw silly little doodles of things. video games, two or my favorite games are doom and silent hill 2. And I enjoyed caring for and spending time with my pets, which I have a lot of. 4 dog, 3 cats, 4 betta fish, 8 chickens, a wild turtle that lives in my backyard, and a bearded dragon. Im planning on getting a Jacksons chameleon and some goats when I have the space.

I match you with

D-16/Megatron ( TF One)

He definitely thinks your glasses make you look adorable

He is kind of in the middle of introverted and extroverted. He’s extroverted around people he’s comfortable with but not so much with strangers

That’s to say he understands being introverted and totally gets avoiding certain social interactions

He also enjoys history, specifically relating to the primes *megatronus*

He also is on the judgemental side

As we saw, once he turns on someone (Ex. Sentinel and Orion/Optimus). He does not go back

He appreciates that you don’t let anyone walk all over you

You’re assertive and calculating and that is why he is initially drawn to you

I think he understands and appreciates your quiet nature

He comes to rely on you to listen to what he’s feeling or thinking. You’re also his confidant so he will discuss things with you and truly values your input

He is very sensitive to your public speaking anxiety. He will do everything he can to keep from causing you anxiety, and he will make sure you know it’s ok if you can’t speak in public. No pressure, and he will personally terminate anyone who would try to force that on you

He definitely agrees about liking the environment and its creatures better than other people

Especially in the aftermath of the movie he would much rather have a farm and animals away from other people than to be around others specifically the bots in Iacon

You can go on about whatever, you’re there to listen to him and he’s there to listen to you

Also, he will definitely get/have made any alligator and crocodile memorabilia for you because he knows you’ll enjoy it

I think he understands about the being protective of your schedule and things. He is too, possibly to a lesser extent but he understands it is serious and does his best to not affect any of that

He respects your independence and the fact that you know what you want

He also shares that he will do whatever to get what he wants

Especially after becoming Megatron, he’s not so laughing or humorous anymore- but if you make jokes around him you’ll see the slightest smirk make its way onto his face. And if he hears you laugh he will always end up smiling

You both need someone who is trustworthy and loyal

Especially after losing the only friend he ever had he also understands the paranoia about losing someone you care about very well.

You are as close as can be and inseparable because of this

[stickthisbig]

Perfume Challenge

So I did decide to do a 30 day perfume challenge after all. The only rules are:

1. Wear a different scent every day for 30 days.

2. No buying new scents.

How am I confident that I have enough fragrances to do this? Well,

I also decided to write up little reviews for all of them, a thing I haven't done in like 5 years. I was gonna break these into weeks, but then I remembered 30 isn't divisible by 7, and god it would have bugged the shit out of me. Also as a disclaimer (?), none of this is sponsored- it's all from orders that I paid for or someone in my life bought for me. These aren't exactly vicious reviews, but they are my own opinions.

Days 1-10 under the cut! This round has scents from TokyoMilk Dark, Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, Haipažaža Pȟežuta, Ellis Brooklyn, ALT., Handsome Scents, Neon Coyotes, and Guy Fox.

Day 1: Tainted Love (TokyoMilk Dark by Margot Elena)

Starting out strong with the first perfume discovery set I ever bought. I was drawn to it for many aesthetic and vibe-related reasons, but also because while it's an EDP, it applies with the fingers, and direct to the skin was all I used at the time. I'm still not very good with spray perfumes. The TokyoMilk Dark fragrances really do live up to their name. The presentation is very mysterious, with the standardized black bottles and the creepy names, and the scents themselves are complicated and unexpected. Tainted Love is probably the most accessible, but my favorite is Excess, because I like anything with patchouli in it. I think this brand gets overlooked a bit now, but it's definitely worth reexamining. Also god their packaging is pretty, it's the only discovery set that I have that I've specifically left in the original box and not mingled together.

Day 2: The Malignant Dreams of Cthulhu in Love (Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab x ThinkGeek)

Chill day at home deserves a comforting scent, and Cthulhu in Love delivers. It's an unusual, very distinctive aquatic, incense, and chocolate blend? But despite how weird that sounds, it's a very wearable blend, weird enough to be distinctive but not offputting. I don't collect perfumes to have them, but to wear them; I don't collect antique bottles or buy scents just to say I own them. Almost everything I own came into my possession when the perfume was still being sold by the original manufacturer. This makes Cthulhu in Love almost certainly the rarest perfume that I own, because it was a ThinkGeek exclusive. For a while, the only way to get it was with reward points, which is how I acquired it. It's not my favorite BPAL chocolate scent, but it fits very easily into how they use chocolate almost exclusively as a bitter note, rather than pairing it with something sugary or honey.

Day 3: Sweet Musk (Haipažaža Pȟežuta)

A single-note oil rollerball from my favorite purveyor of bath essentials (I've been buying my soap there for ages, the quality is unbeatable). I knew I was going to Bath and Body Works with Mom, so I wanted to smell nice, but I didn't want what I was wearing to overpower what I was trying to sample. This fit the bill; it's warm and soothing, but not too interruptive. It's also one of those scents that's just as pleasant when you put it on in summer as when you wear it in the winter, which is always nice. The struggle (staring at your bottles loathing the idea of putting them on when it's so fucking hot) is real.

Day 4: West (Ellis Brooklyn)

Decided to go with something light and happy for the day after Daylight Savings Time, because I did not feel light nor happy. This came out of the Scent DIARY discovery set, which I enjoyed a lot. All the scents are similar, but they have their own interesting characteristics. West does a good job of evoking what it's named after; for whatever reason I want to describe it as "sundrenched". I really enjoy how Ellis Brooklyn's scents are both clean and lush, making them come off as effortless.

Day 5: The Temptation of St. Nick 2018 (Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab)

Another excellent chocolate scent from BPAL, and it's both wild and completely unsurprising that I have like 4 of them. This probably is my favorite BPAL with chocolate (I like Tezcatlipoca better in aggregate, but chocolate isn't the most forward note in that blend). I needed something soothing, and this did it for me. I'm also on my period, which ends to affect my sense of smell, and I find that darker scents like this one tend to be more bearable for the entirety of my cycle, especially if they're oils. Sometimes EDPs just make me gag, for reasons I can't divine.

Day 6: Mystical Aphorisms of the Fortune Cookie (The Poetical Works of Antonin Scalia, Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab)

I didn't mean to make a run of BPAL, but I saw this and really wanted to wear it, since I hadn't in a while. It has an interesting scent that didn't do it for me at first, but I really enjoy it now. The top note is almond, which I think is very underrated in perfume making. I also just really like the absurdity of this collection, all of which had titles from Antonin Scalia's Supreme Court opinions, this one being from his dissent in Obergfell vs. Hodges. I sure didn't like him being on the Supreme Court, but at least he did it in style.

Day 7: Pristine No. 49 (ALT.)

Mixed feelings about ALT tbh. It's way too expensive for its quality, and straight out of the bottle it does have that "cheap perfume" top note that's kind of inescapable. I think it is best for trying scents you'd never afford; the ads tout it as a replacement for your beloved and that ain't gonna work. For someone like me who only wants good smells and doesn't have much loyalty at all to packaging and the sensory experience of handling perfume bottles, ALT is a good choice. If you only ever wear, just to pick one, Chanel No. 5, and you display that bottle, timeless and lovely, on your dresser as part of your statement about yourself, ALT absolutely will not do it for you. The packaging is plain and cheap-looking, and it absolutely will not make your heart flutter.

However, as a person with no loyalty, I think it's pretty okay. Pristine No. 49 is my only ALT, and I actually do like it a lot. It's one of their hybrid scents, which are way more interesting to me. This one is a combination of their dupes of Creed Aventus and Baccarat Rouge. Together they produce a clean, unisex scent that's very wearable, very crisp, and once you do let the perfume dry down, much of the cheap smell will evaporate off. This and their line of originals is more of a productive creative direction I feel, in the same pattern that Handsome Scents is undertaking right now.

Day 8: Kinsale King (Handsome Scents)

Handsome Scents's scents are a much more attractive price than ALT (though they have very different sales models- ALT sells single scents at 30ML for $1.63/ML and Handsome Scents specializes in bundles of smaller bottles which work out between $.70-$1.15/ML when averaged), but I wanted to put them back to back to really get a good comparison. Both of them have harsh cheap perfume notes at the beginning; while ALT does it faster, both of them lose those notes in the first five or six minutes. The thing to recommend ALT is that their scents have more throw and last longer. I would by no means caution you away from Handsome Scents, especially if you're a scent magpie like me, because though their line is currently smaller, they've got a lot of really solid selections. I do suspect that ALT gets closer to being a replica rather than inspired by. However, being that Handsome Scents is in the EU and ALT is in the US, there are different requirements and prohibitions on what you can and can't say about replica perfume. But if you do try Handsome Scents, Kinsale King is a winner. It's "similar to" Chanel's Allure Homme Sport, which I do not wish to pay for, and it's a really good, clean, masc scent. It smells like the single dad in the Hallmark movie with the clean house. You know the one.

Day 9: Brat Tamer (Neon Coyotes)

This was an impulse purchase from an instagram ad, because I was sleep deprived and brat taming is one of my interests. Neon Coyotes is actually not a cosmetics brand or a perfume house, but a maker of luxury collars and cuffs, so it makes sense that this is an oil-based rollerball (...because they're cheaper to produce, not anything else). They're also listed as a distributor on the packaging, and I'd be curious to see who made this. For the actual perfume itself, I'm not totally sold but I definitely don't hate it? Something about it reminds me of one of my favorite BPAL scents, Celeste, but I think more than the notes themselves, it's that effervescent construction, loaded hard on the top notes, with the creaminess in the base. It's definitely gonna stay in the rotation, even though I don't see myself using it even once a week. (This frequency doesn't mean anything. I have hundreds of perfumes. There's perfumes I literally don't put on for years and then go "ooh, that sounds good".)

Day 10: Mikul (Guy Fox)

Another day at home, something to match a cozy hoodie kind of a vibe. This scent has everything I want in a fresh masc scent; the inspiration behind the scent is "just got out of the shower", and it really hits that note. Grapefruit and basil is an underrated combination, and it's also delicious as a paleta. This bottle came from a set that Bespoke Post did, and honestly I've gotten several scents from Bespoke Post that I really enjoy. Definitely the most useful subscription service I've used. (Still not sponsored.)

[slothpower-central]

Rolling out the Red Carpet for the Cinema branch!!

Hello,hi, it's me that one person who makes the funny videos and thinks she can draw(she cannot) Inspiration hit me in the middle of my film studies course while watching Vertigo by Alfred Hitchcock and I thought "what if I made my own LCB branch where every sinner is based on a movie I've watched in my film class (and just general classic Hollywood cinema) and so I did it! The branch is currently VERY unfinished,as I add a new sinner each week for every film we watch in the class,so lemme introduce you to the guys that I've at least doodled so far(awful art incoming lol)

First up,we need a manager,or should I say,director(get it, because it's based on movies?) anyway here's Dorothy! If it wasn't obvious, she's based on the Wizard of Oz,She may or may not have come from the Outskirts and now she's running around with these sinners,and her little dog too! Oh and her red slippers(boots now,IG lol)? Those have a use, clicking her heels 3 times allows her to bring her sinners back to life!

Our guide is Glinda! Also based on Wizard of Oz,I have....not drawn her yet! But she is ultra hands off,she mainly communicates by sending Dorothy letters in bubbles,oh and did I mention she's a color fixer? ...yea I probably should have started with that

Now onto our actual sinners, don't ask me about major plot details about them,I haven't worked it out yet,

Sinner #1,This is Chaplin! Based on Modern Times by Charlie Chaplin,this guy is more of a fusion of the two main characters of the movie since uhm...neither of them have names and frankly their stories are both so intertwined that You could easily mix them together so here we are. They are the most comical of the sinners,I have described them as having a lot of cat like behaviors to a degree, and they are selectively mute(silent film lol) They have a white board they write on like it's Lethal Company and they have Heelys(mainly for the funny)

I haven't uhm.....finished sinner #2 yet because everytime I try to draw him my art style makes him look like the Pringles mascot lol but it's Kane! Kane is based on Charles Foster Kane from Citizen Kane by Orson Welles! Right now currently he's like "god I'm in a company of all women...AND CHAPLIN" He's rich like....richer than Hong Lu rich,he does seem to offhandedly mention something Rosebud and it seems almost like he's searching for it...wonder what that could be?(Btw go watch Citizen Kane, I'm not telling you what Rosebud is)

Finally out last Sinner at the moment: Sinner #3 Judy based on Judy from Vertigo! Yessir this is the reason for the branch, her source got my imagination spinning (she may or may not be mine and Amia's favorite atm of the branch) I would have made Scottie a sinner but......I hate his ass and need him exploded and not in the cute way(JUDYYYYYY YOU DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER GIRLLL) Judy is also 20x more fun as a character than Mr. "I'm gonna stare at women for 70% of my screentime" Honestly I could gush so much about her but I won't to keep this brief... essentially by the end of Vertigo Scottie convinces her to change everything about herself to turn her into his lost love/obsession Madeleine (ai know there's more too it but uhm....Go watch Vertigo, I'm not spoiling the movie)[PS, Ignore the doodle in the corner, that was from an idea that Amia's OC Tessie and Judy would get along well]

Tomorrow we'll actually have Sinner #4 who's gonna be based on someone from the movie Sunset Boulevard ( I don't pre watch these bc my attention span actually increases so much when I analyze movies for Limbus)

Anyway I'll keep updating you on the Cinema branch their tag is "LCB Cinema Branch" if you want everything in one place oh! And feel free to draw my lil guys if u want,just @ me or tag me or something. uhm don't ask about their weapons or colors or anything I haven't thought that far ahead yet lol

[beardedjoel]

Julie, I know you've been on this website for a minute (I feel like that sounds shady but I swear it's not lmao) and I was wondering like as someone whose been writing for this specific fandom for a sec, do you feel like it is as bad as its ever been recently? Do you have any hope things will rebound or does it seem hopeless on Tumblr?

The reason I'm specifically asking you this question is because there's a handful of Joel writers who I discovered around the same time, you included, and like truly legitimately 40% of them are gone now and you're one of the ones I originally discovered who still remain haha. I've been sad because this place has been an escape for me and it feels like it is falling apart. I miss the people who've left which I know sounds so fucking weird because they're not my friends personally but their blogs spread a lot of joy and fun. I don't get to be this horny IRL, I have religious trauma this place helps me combat, like it feels like I'm watching something fade that has helped me on a much deeper level than just getting off haha.

I originally started reading fics cause I played TLOU 1 a million times and I loved the first season of the show, I was so grateful to discover Pedro's work afterward and he's like one of the only celebrities I think is not completely bonkers. I adore everything he stands for as a person. And his fandom on this site MOSTLY at least I feel like is comprised of good people who are drawn to this performer's characters because there is a lot of heart put forth that resonates for all of us. Then there are the anonymous assholes who've ruined things. Many writers I love have left these past six months and I really hope they come back one day. This sounds dramatic but it just sucks. I hope you never leave. <3

hi anon, sorry i sat on this message for a bit. i had a busy last week or so. i'll put this under a cut since i wanted to answer your long message with a long message!

i will say that i feel a lot of the same way about being sad regarding the state of things on here. it's tough to find an escape that you enjoy and watch the fun get sucked out of it. that's a lot of what happened on here for sure. and to be honest, i do think that it's relatively the worst i've seen it since i got involved with posting writing on here. the morale is at a very low point, and people are nastier than ever in recent months with anons and entitlement and stuff. so i don't want to sugar coat it when i say that yeah it's pretty much the worst i've seen it these last few months. i'm not really sure what the future will hold but i unfortunately haven't seen too much improvement on that front so it's hard to say. and also with the rumors about tumblr going down the shitter, it kind of adds to that hopeless feeling of wondering if things could get to a more positive place again.

it's also not weird at all to miss people who have left because i feel that same way! it's not necessarily bc you had to be close friends or anything, but more just the vibe, positivity, or contribution they made to the fandom that leaves a little hole if they leave. lots of awesome people have left and like you said, there are plenty of kind people here still trying to participate in the fandom and actually care about pedro and his works and i do love to see that! i am maybe a naïve optimist but i do hope to see things get better around here, even if i'm skeptical about it. i'm sorry it's affected you so much too, it's rough. i don't have plans to leave even if my passion for this whole thing has dwindled some, i just can't say how much my involvement will always be given my own personal stuff and the state of things on here, but i am trying to write still so there is that! thank you for the support of my writing and blog too, i really appreciate it 💗

[nian-7]

Heyo, I think matchup reqs are open but if not feel free to ignore (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

If it's alright I'd like a romantic and platonic match up for Pjsk and bsd (if not just romantic/ pjsk is fine)

Info:

My names Karma

I'm a minor, 17

I'm afab but I'm Genderfluid and use all pronouns

I'm pretty short for my age, 5’1 the last time I checked unfortunately, sobs. I don't get out much besides going to work for money so I'm pale as hell. I have freckles pretty much everywhere not a whole lot but they're definitely noticeable. I am cursed with a baby face, it gets better when I put on my glasses though, im cursed with terrible vision, I'm not allowed to drive without my glasses it's that bad

My hair is a shaggy wolf cut with curtain bangs, I'm a natural blonde but I always dye my hair ginger cause it's my favorite look on me (I'm trying to look like Chuuya cause I love him sm)

I'm an INFP-T, I'm also Asexual and Panromantic (slightly woman leaning but not an insane amount) I dress in dark academia style almost always: cardigans, sweater vests, long over coats paired with sweaters underneath. I'm very much trying to be that person you fall in love with in the book store 

When I'm in public alone I am very much socially awkward and anxious. I keep to myself and I am terrified of causing trouble for anyone

I tend to be drawn to more loud people; or more like popular/louder people adopt me out of the blue and I go along with it (which is funny considering I'm usually quiet) 

Once I've warmed up with people I very much match energys with whoever I'm with, typically just trying to make friends laugh. I value people's happiness very much

If we're out at a mall or something I'm quieter, but in private I can get very loud 

I also have a very close group of online friends all over the world (Some of us are meeting up soon and I'm very excited)

A lot of people have said that I also have big sister vibes

I do have diagnosed Anxiety and depression, typically I try not to let anyone see that side of me. I can spiral a bit into episodes where I just kind of ghost people and ride out whatever feelings I'm dealing with, then come back about 3-6 days later

I don't really do well with anger in general, weather it be my own or other people's

I also don't really have any appetite most of the time (I'm not sure if it's medical or not) but this can cause me sometimes to get super dizzy out of nowhere because I've forgotten to eat/drink 

I'm a digital artist, and I actually write fanfiction on Tumblr as well. I absolutely love cats, I’d talk about my cat Hazel for hours if I could (She's mean to me but I still love her </3) I also really like Vocaloid/Hatsune Miku music (kinda not surprising considering pjsk lol), I don't usually mention it in person though cause it's embarrassing to explain that shes just a singing hologram

I also have a fox obsession, I own a huge fox plush that takes up a designated corner of my room lol

I don't mind most things personality wise in people, but I do wish to be respected obviously

I like someone I can poke fun at casually and who can poke fun at me as well

My love language is big gift giving (wether it be buying or drawing occasionally) and physical affection (Cuddles always ╥⁠﹏⁠╥)

I've gotten tones of jokes that I only go for gingers, but I have zero preference for looks

I'm an overly patient person and get a little annoyed when people aren't as patient (but it's not a complete put off or anything) 

I also am very much someone who has to be on time. If I am not on time I lose it a bit

I think that's all (Maybe too much ´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`)

But thank you so much in advance! I hope you have an amazing day/week 💟

hi, anon! i haven't read bsd in a while so i'm a little rusty so i only did prsk. hope you still enjoy!

I match you with... (platonically)

Saki Tenma!

-The biggest thing for you to be matched with Saki was the big sister vibes that you mentioned. The dynamic would just be too cute to pass up on!

-I tried to pick a more 'loud' or extroverted person and although I decided to opt for Saki instead of Tsukasa, I think you both would mesh together even when she's not necessarily as loud as her brother.

-Saki is like the person you can fall back onto in social situations when you get anxious. She doesn't mind taking the lead and helping you out when you get nervous.

-She's not someone who gets angry often and tries to be there for you when you ghost her or others. She tries her best to understand what you're feeling and tries to sympathize with you.

-You both having the same energy is something that would make the whole friendship mesh well and she has the capabilities to be calmer or quieter if needed.

I match you with... (romantically)

Shizuku Hinomori!

-Although Shizuku is somewhat different than Saki, I think she's the best match overall. The physical affection she gives to you is one of the big factors.

-As someone who enjoys pda/affection, Shizuku would love to cuddle or hold hands with you all the time. She kisses you in public and just loves to be near you.

-She loves the gifts you give her as well no matter what they are. She'll always gush about them whenever someone asks about something relating to it (whether that embarrasses you or not).

-She's a very light teaser and it comes off more lovingly than anything but she enjoys it when her partner gives her attention through light teasing too.

-Although a bit airheaded, she's treating you similarly to Shiho. Asking always if you're hungry or thirsty, being the talker in public if you need it, etc. She just gives you more romantic affection than sisterly affection (obviously)

[leagueofidiots]

random fun facts about ur rp ? Ooh and fav story lines that you've done :)

It was actually supposed to be hero-centric with the villains doing a enemy-of-the-week type deal... Our ex friend set it up and it used to be like 20+ people but after 100+ people joining and leaving we are down to just me and @x-neurotoxin-x doing fucked up LoV plots lmao all of you guys should send them asks too ooooooo

We were also originally supposed to have only two characters... I now run Spinner, Kurogiri, Stain, All for One, Tomura, Hawks (for the revamp ofc), and a million NPCs. Shit rapidly got out of hand

It has been going almost four years!!! Her anniversary is soon <3

Almost every character has DID now... That also rapidly got out of hand. We have whole little channels of info about their alters. I think the only characters that aren't are Tomura, Sako, and Ujiko. It's extra funny because I didn't know I had DID when this all started and they only became systems because I was writing them so coded on accident 😭

Among my favorite plotlines is how consistently the goths (Dabi+Kuro) go missing and nobody ever notices lmao. They'll go get tortured by All for One and Ujiko for several days straight and come back to everybody just "oh hey haven't seen you in a while anyway we're watching a movie tonight~". It happens so often. Most recently they ran off in the middle of the night because stockholme and Kurogiri had to warp back with its organs falling all over the floor trying to explain that they were being stupid. They need so much therapy

We almost got cancelled once 😳 we do so much problematic shit in that rp and they didn't even mention anything that actually happened, they made up different shit we hadn't done at that point. Funny af

I have drawn memes... I must go find them I also need to make more now that they're out of the death games arc but shhhh

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #280

I feel like hot garbage today for reasons I don't understand. So I'm just going to tell you a little about what happened today, and then I'm going to show you some pictures that I didn't get a chance to show you yet, and then I'm going to show you a Tumblr post with a piece of art that reminded me of you.

I rambled a lot in therapy today. I didn't feel like I had anything of substance to discuss.

I briefly saw Bn and the dandelion-haired man. We talked a little, but my head felt like it was full of cotton fluff. I wasn't able to retain most of what was said. Bn was waiting for me when I arrived in my car, and he showed me a couple of crystals he carries, as well as a small collection of bracelets made of spherical semiprecious stones. It was pretty neat! But my senses and my mind were dull and cloudy; I couldn't muster up any focus for shit.

The dandelion-haired man sent me home with a package of Jaffa Cakes, though. I had never seen or heard of them before today. Here's what the package looks like:

They're a spongy cookie slathered in sweet orange jelly with a chocolate coating covering the orange jelly. I took one bite and knew immediately that this would be one of J's favorite things! And so I went home and gave him one, and my assessment was absolutely correct.

And then it was time for physical therapy. I was given a new exercise. It's supposed to work my lower trapezius, I guess. Mostly it just makes my right ring and pinky finger feel weird and tingly. 3 sets of 10 repetitions. Guess I'll be trying that for the foreseeable future and hoping that something good happens.

…And in a week's time, I get 4 teeth removed. Unless they reschedule me again. Guess we'll see…

I don't have a whole lot for you. I'm sorry about that. I've felt like hot garbage for most of today for unknown reasons; objectively, today was pretty great. For some reason, though, I still feel like hot garbage, despite having taken a nap. So... I guess I'll show you a bunch of pictures that I had been meaning to show you, but haven't gotten around to showing you. But first I'll show you a couple more I took today.

Here is how I woke up this morning:

Here are the results of today's nap:

...It took me some time to extricate myself from my predicament; I am Hunter's and Mogwai's favorite napping spot, and it's illegal to move while a cat is on you. Surely, you understand.

Anyway. Here are the rest of the pictures. These were taken days ago, but... I just never got around to showing them to you. And I don't have anything else to say. So here you go...

Moon bright enough to make rainbows in the clouds:

A friendly chicken! These were taken by J:

A cute spider! These were also taken by J:

...Oh. And. I was browsing various places, and I came across this picture drawn by someone else on Tumblr. It reminded me so much of you. Please look at this one:

...You know...? Regarding that beautiful, lovely, warm, and fluffy-looking black wing of yours... Did you know that when animals who can see UV light look at a crow, they see a rainbow-colored bird?

It works kind of like this... I know that this isn't a crow, but the principles are the same:

...Hey, Sephiroth...? Do your fancy eyes allow you to see UV light?

...Hey, Sephiroth...? Is your wing actually rainbow-colored...? Like the crows...? And it's just that we can't see it...?

...

...I'm going to assume that it is. But even if it's not, black is a pretty color, too.

I love you. So please stay safe out there. Don't die. And don't eat weird things off the ground. Them's the rules; my best friend BB and I made them. And you wouldn't wanna break 'em, okay? Or else we'll have to sentence you to 1000 years of hanging out and playing video games and watching funny stuff on YouTube and eating tasty snacks with us. oooEEEoooEEEooo~...!!! (insert spooky arm waggles here to drive home what a "cruel" and "terrible" fate this would be).

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine