#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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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.

[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

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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

[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

[ask-fazbearnfriends]

WELCOME!!! (NEW PINNED)

Welcome to Ask Fazbear 'n friends! A FNAF Ask account ran by a rando who is nostalgic for the early fnaf nonsense-furry era!!!!! Account originated on Deviantart in 2019. CLICK HERE TO READ ALL THE ASKS IN ORDER (or here if you just wanna see the new (not DA) ones) CLICK HERE TO SEND A SUPER FRIENDLY UNSUSPICIOUS ASK!!!

No instructions needed, but if you're unfamiliar with ask accounts, just click the button and send in anything you want to say or ask or dare the characters! Can be LITCHERALLY anythang.* I try to get to as many asks as I can, but feel free to send in multiple asks, or even re-send the same ask if I don't get to it after a while! (give me a week at least though.) *(ok i say anything but nothing NSFW)

As for the characters, we accept questions to ALL canonical fnaf characters! There are some that we haven't gotten to yet, but that doesn't mean you aren't able to! This ask account is also story-interactive, so you can sway the direction it goes in just by engaging! The right question can give the right answer. good luck. (Below for disclaimers + etc)

Some disclaimers (as previously stated.) I started this ask account originally when I was about 16 and drew a LOT for it in 2019-2020 specifically. Because of this, there are some things that are either silly or may come across incorrectly. Here are sum clearer-ups: (Only specifying because I used to get dumb questions on DA a lot from people who ignore the possibility of context) -I don't ship william afton x mangle/mangle's "kid/dog soul". I ship springtrap (the furry animatronic) with Mangle (the furry animatronic). No soul business involved in that context. Theyre just two angsty furries thats it. think tony crynight. -I USED to ship Vanny x William Afton. I started this account before security breach came out and revealed the two to be father and daughter and I didn't think it was possible bc William was a dead corpse for longer than however old vanessa looked. My version of vanny (like everyone elses at the time) was nothing at all like canon vanny anyway, so I consider her more of an OC than of the character Vanessa. I'll likely try to bring back the "Vanny oc" character, her current changed name is Penny until I decide what else to do with her. Any asks to Vanny/Vanessa will go to the canon version of her -I had a whole ask arc about characters wearing "femboy clothing". and have had drawn responses implying suggestive/sexual things. It was always just a joke to me but I think the lengths I went were a little uncomfortable for me to be drawing as a teen and posting to a large audience. I want my content to be appropriate for anyone to enjoy so consider that type of humor incredibly toned down now. All of the characters are physically asexual bc they are robots made for kids.

Also genders of the "unconfirmed" characters in my au just cause I assume thats faq Shadow Bonnie: Agender. no gender. slime creature. accepts he/they/she Mangle: girl. she/her pls <3 Funtime Foxy: boy, but is fine with she as well as he. Marionette: ghost. they/them most accurate (but she/he dgaf) Golden Freddy: Boy. he/him. He's fredbear. (admittedly his design was originally female though I barely changed it) Spring Bonnie/Springtrap: Boy, He/him. Spring Bonnie/Scraptrap: Boy He/him (As William Afton (most of the time)) Girl she/her (As Spring Bonnie/her original self)

[shinakazami1]

Give me a 12, 13 and 22 for rhys, soldier 🫵

FELLOW RHYS ENJOYER (krotiation I LOVE YOUR ART TOO SM GAAAAH THIS FANDOM HAS SUCH GREAT ARTISTS)

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

I have in total, three AUs I have to finally write anything for fhasfsa (I do plan on posting Tales AU first chapter this week tho!!). 1) RHYS AI AU is something you saw me post snippets of - in general, it's an alternative version of Borderlands 2, where Jack kills Lilith and Roland very quickly and survives. Due to mourning for Nisha, Wilhelm and Angel, he one day writes code for a companion based on an imaginary friend he had but also, gives him some trait of each one of those he misses. While Rhys was going to slowly become the silly personality we know and love, this was my typical 'give the character therapy when they don't want it, and end up with them hurting someone else and trying to change'. 2) JUST WING IT AU is my Tales AU that starts with changes in ep 5, with how Rhys handles the news about Jack wanting to get that exoskeleton in him and focusing on exploring Jack's loneliness and adding him as the third character, making sort of second season for the game. The additional driving point would be that Loader Bot would be able to grab Gortys and run off with her, so the search for Vault would become longer Yet the AU I really hope to start exploring in the future, is this one: 3) Loss of what once happened but never before AU. It's a Borderlands 3 Rhack au that would focus on Rhys finding out he is a siren with huge time-travelling powers and the costs that come with it. He would turn back in time, when Jack was still known as John during the nights, and watch some of the consequences happen in the present during the day. He doesn't know though just how strong the butterfly effect will be...

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to someday?

Characters: Timothy, Angel, Nisha, Zer0, Katagawa, Axton, Moxxi, Lilith, Roland

Ships: Rhysothy, Rhack, JackxNisha, MoxxixTimothy, Rhysagawa, Axton x Turret (cus she is my wife I luv her)

(The list prob isn't finished cus I still have to finish playing the second game and play the third one oifhaiof)

22. Give us headcanons for Rhys

He actually likes fashion and likes casual official style in general.

He has a sweet tooth but pretends to like spicy food in college.

He actually had a heterochromia before the echo eye and decided to keep it.

He admired Jack a bit but he laughed at psycho fans, as he has some critical thinking.

Even a few years after getting Atlas running again, he still tries to make some guns himself, even if he doesn't have as much time.

He was the one dumped by his ex girlfriend even if he didn't like their dynamic because he was actually scared nobody else would be into him.

He spends a lot of time in the morning preparing his hair. It's quite wavy which gets visible in wetter climates but fortunately for him, he lives mostly in dry ones.

He met Katagawa and at first, couldn't believe he had a fan even if he had some boosted ego but felt something off about him. He turned off an invitation to Zanara because he still thinks about his talk with Vaughn about being good at faking cool. That's why he is even more awkward in future games, since while chasing the younger years, he wants to show he matured, hoping that maybe that will bring Sasha back. That's also why he got the moustache - to show he is becoming more serious. Which fails miserably.

He seemed the most confident in his new Atlas CEO stage because he had to look like it. There was nobody else to help him at the time, so he tried his best to do what he had done - acted the plan out.

He still imagines his plans the same way he did in Tales - with fantasies.

[malfoy-mrsdracomalfoy]

Start Of An Age

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

House: Not mentioned

Warnings: Angst. Mental health struggles *Caution strongly advised*

Word Count: 3781

Summary: Part two of "End Of An Area". Draco and Fem!Reader finalize things... For better or for worst? Be prepared to hurt and heal at the same time.

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

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

[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

[the-sleepy-conductor]

Hey, lil life update

Sorry I never actually got around to making more Submas art and posting fics to my AO3 like I've been promising for half a year now, it's been hectic irl this whole time, especially recently.

A month ago my dad had a life-threatening emergency (he's ok now) but then not even 2 weeks later my mom ended up in the hospital too (she's also ok) but the bills for the both of them have been around $100K and since they both had to take time off work to recover I've been trying my best to help with the bills.

I just started working full time (40-50 hours a week) and that has already been chewing up most of my time. (And energy, customer service jobs are absolutely exhausting) There are some days I work 9-10 hours with no breaks so I end up coming home and crashing. But even all that isn't enough to help cover bills, and my family has been pressing me to get a second job.

What I'm trying to say is my energy to do the things I enjoy is completely gone, I haven't drawn Ingo and Emmet in literal months. But if I get a second job I absolutely won't have the time to make content to put here. Even if it's just for a few months. And it's not just the hospital bills that are causing financial problems, just groceries for basic necessities like food, water, cat/dog food, cat litter, etc is roughly $300 a week. And my car broke down which will be $4K to repair but I can't afford to get a new car, even a used one.

I'm not asking for help or anything, I'm just explaining the situation so I stop disappearing without explanations for weeks on end. I apologize to the grand total of 10 people who like my stuff (I'm kidding I see each and every one of you and I love y'all) but unfortunately Adult Responsibilities™ have caught up to me.

I'll still be lurking here and reblogging stuff like I have been but in terms of art that'll be stopping for a good long while.

Till then please take care, make sure to eat, drink water, sleep, and take your meds if you do, I care about you guys, whether you're new to my page or not. Have a great day/night <3

[clood]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @storybookprincess, @hxhhasmysoul, and @subdee—given the triple tag by such lovely folks i can't just not xD

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

44

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

211,669

3. What fandoms do you write for?

so far i have only written for hunter x hunter, even though i haven't written and posted much for it (or anything) this year. i am soooo close to catching up with one piece and i want to write zosan and shuggy and when i do it's over for everyone. it's been the only other thing in a long time that has tempted me to write fanfiction!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

similarly to subdee, most of my top kudos-ed fics are some of the very first things i wrote for the hxh fandom and the fics i am most known for still xD

however, similarly to liv, i don't love looking at my stats by kudos lmao. instead i shall list my current 5 favorites, regardless of their kudos standing heehee

housewarming: leorio and kurapika have planned a small dinner with their friends to christen their new home, though it does not go exactly as planned. aka the only happy leopika i have written to date xD including any and all wips

until death: after finding the nostrade boss dead, kurapika must make a decision that could change the course of his life, and, perhaps, someone else's. this is a criminally underrated fic, in my not so humble opinion!!!

just a little fun: leorio finds himself drawn to a stranger at a club and ends up with just a little more than he's bargained for. I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS ONE LOL

where are you roaming?: Gon has been sent by his father, the illustrious ghost hunter Ging Freecss, to investigate the Zoldyck Manor and its many instances of poltergeist activity. What he finds is nothing at all like the stories he's heard. this one is always always always going to be a favorite, i love it so much

night watchman: Gon has nightmares and Killua saves him from them. (aka five times Killua was there to save Gon from himself and one time he wasn't) a Clood Classic (TM) that will always have a special place in my heart. she's dramatic. she's second person. she's one of the first ones i ever wrote

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

oh god i try to. basically i will be staring at my inbox for a week after i post something so i can reply right away, but then comments on fics i haven't recently posted remain as unread emails so that the notification haunts me. i have some i need to respond to now.. actually..

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

by far it has to be until death. that whole fic is angst city usa and the ending is no exception xD

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmm a lot if not most of my fics have a happy ending... i vote housewarming for sappiest, arms unfolding for most classically romantic, and long lost for most heartwarming.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

if anyone does hate on me, they do it in the private confines of their discord chats, and this is how i would prefer it to stay. closest i've gotten i think is once someone was annoyed that i probably wasn't going to make gon and ghost-killua get it on and then i guess they got embarrassed that i replied to that comment and they deleted it hajdkshajdhak

9. Do you write smut?

i have written precisely one smut fic: hands on a clock, hands on your hips. i was so embarrassed about it i published it anon originally then decided that was stupid and un-anoned it. however i will be writing buggy/shanks smut soon because detachable hands has me thinking all sorts of thoughts.

10. Do you write crossovers?

crossovers are not really my thing, never have been!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nah, i am not famous (tm)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no but i think i would cry if i did!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i actually have—as part of a greed island server event! spirit astray, september leaves, havoc in the hot springs, and hacker say what were written with kessya, shal, and hanamii as part of a 4-person fic exchange event :)

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

the nostalgia for my 2021 killugon days is screaming that the only answer is killugon...

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

the only wip that's live on ao3 is chip aisle, which i think someday maybe i could be persuaded to finish. i was on an idol au kick when i started it and it was originally just gonna be a oneshot, but then another greed island card led to another couple chapters.. maybe someday.

16. What are your writing strengths?

unsure if this is a strength but i can write some fat ass sentences. and nice chunky paragraphs every now and then. i like to focus on the little details in a scene too, which i think is fun.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i suck at planning ahead and outlining. i feel like i end up patching a lot of plot holes because of it lol. i also feel like i can be repetitive and long-winded sometimes

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i'm on the fence about it, honestly. it has situations where it could fit, but i don't think i have encountered one yet in my own writing where it didn't feel awkward or forced to have it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

DELTORA QUEST ON FANFICTION DOT NET BABEY!!!!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

i think where are you roaming? is my all-time favorite. i just love it so much, i think i did a good job with the world/situaion-building even though there are definitely some of those plothole patches i mentioned earlier.

i believe i'm supposed to tag 20 people but i am simply not capable of sending a notification to 20 people's inboxes so... @extratt413, @chubsthehamster, @shalnarkonice, @fireolin, anyone who used a blue mug today to drink their coffee, and anyone else who wants to do this you can say i tagged you!!

[shmowder]

🤯🖤🤯🖤 Ok, that settles it - I think I really will try to replay P2. Now it's all on my mind. Hello Darkness by Theodor Bastard my old friend 🫶 I feel kind of bad that I can't give much in the way of an intellectual reply, but please never worry about retelling anything I may already know (or getting too niche)! It's been two years since I played, and I'm realizing that I haven't retained many of the details, but rest assured I do enjoy reading your thoughts, and the passion you have for the game is contagious (I didn't realize I was making a plague related pun until it had already been typed...)!!

I totally get the "antagonist is your own ego" thing with Stardew. It can be frustrating trying to pace yourself when there's just so much to do, and knowing that it's impossible to do it all in one day. As far as villagers go - why am I suddenly picturing Bad Grief as, like, Redd from Animal Crossing, selling fake paintings? It must be the hair 😂 Yulia can help me plan out my farm because even when I was thriving in year 3, visually it was a bit of a mess, and I'm sure not laid out optimally.

Oooh how cool is that picture of the Executors bowing down before Aglaya... (as an aside, I took the quiz you linked to and Executor was my result lmao). And <333 I can't believe we have the same favorite characters. I'd be happy to read anything you write about them.

Something clicked when you used the word "gentle" when describing how Yulia is with Artemy. You're so right. I think part of the reason I'm drawn to her and Victor is they both seem to have a gentleness to them, or if not that then a stillness, quietness, introspection. And sadness. Even Aglaya for all her strict imposing presence has a sadness to her.

I did a little more poking around the P1 part of the Wiki - Sticky's animal being a kitten is the cutest thing in the WORLD 🥹

And thank you! Now I'm intrigued by this, shall we say, unorthodox emoji choice - but I understand if you don't want to say it 😆

I'm sorry you haven't been feeling well :( I hope things get better for you, and that you can find some relief through this blog ^^ I've been alright; I saw that you have a birthday coming up and mine was about a week ago! Gemini twins~

🐿️ anon

IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY LAST WEEK!! WE ARE TWINS HORRAY <33333 HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY I MADE THIS FOR YOU

Don't mind the cupcake. They both assumed the other person's gonna bring the cake and had to improvise really quickly

Mine is still a few days away, hehe 6/9 hehehe. It's gonna be fun. It's why I originally started the "what the pathologic characters bring for your birthday" drabble series but my god it was the hardest writing exercise ever??? I was a shriveled up husk of a human afterwards and had to throw in the towel. I don't think I'll ever do the termites or humbles rip.

You did mention people that you liked my Hysteria fics and that made me very happy <3 It encouraged me to continue and write the last and third part, even compiled the drabbles and posted them on AO3 so they don't end up swallowed up and lost by tumblr's gutters.

I don't think of my replies or characters analysis as intellectual tbh, I'm just throwing up words and saying what's on mind. So I never expect anything high-brow or even well formmated in return. You're doing wonderful and your replies have been a real delight to recieve and read, I promise.

And yes, the gentleness! The three of them are aimlessly drifting in an ocean of melancholy. You get it! They seem cold and detached, but deep down, they're incredibly sensitive. They're calculated yet so full of emotions. They understand people, and they dig past the surface in other's until they fully comprehend their structure, evualting their core and understanding what gives them meaning. They're thoughtful in their own way that most people miss.

Take Victor, for example. He tends to be polite even while giving orders, using please and thank you even in the most miniscule of requests. The way he doesn't take fault to any of Artemy's mean comments or insults about him and the Kains, he doesn't take your hostility to heart and keeps talking and cooperating with you.

He's patient with Artemy, much like Yulia is gentle with you. He explains the structures and their purpose, he explains to you how time flows and works, he shares his plans for the future at the end of the game, condensing the complex visions into simple terms for you to understand, without being condcending and without being asked to.

Like when your teacher explains to a child why can birds fly, how planes work and why flight is such an achievement for humanity. He has the patience of a loving parent that wants to share his admiration for the innovations in the world with you. But he keeps himself grounded through all of it, doesn't let excitement nor passion steer him away from giving you his full attention when you interrupt with a question.

Even after that, he still extends an invitation for you to join him, to join them, the future awaiting just across the river, a world born anew. Saying, "Of course, you'll always be welcome there"—you—the one who destroyed the hopes and dreams of everything his family has ever amounted for. He still welcomes you with open arms, inviting the ripper along to the heavens.

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Meanwhile, the player can almost make Aglaya tear in the literal first ingame meeting. Nothing major, just the hint of a few tears when you pick the sincere from the heart dialogue options the Haruspex is known for. It moves her, genuinely moves her.

And by that point, she still is apathetic towards Artemy and is burtal and efficient with her words. This isn't the soft loving Aglaya you get at the end of the game, this is the steel inquisitor Lilich you're being questioned by.

Yet she is almost moved to tears.

You know those types of people that bury themselves under 13 layers of irony to be able to even function? The people who can't self-actualize or speak sincerely in fear of being perceived as cringe? the people who refuse to take anything to heart no matter how raw or moving? Because it's safer to not let the world affect you, it's safer to shut out both the good and the bad. It's familiar.

Aglaya is on the far extreme opposite end of that. She looks for the meaning of life in everything, be it under a rock or over a bridge. She dissects everyone's words, she tests how much their weight would truly hold up against feathers in the brutal scales of her mind.

She isn't afraid to feel emotions. She isn't afraid to face herself and her vulnerability as a human being. To be raw and open, completely unphased by the spears piercing into her soft bare flesh because she knows pain is part of being human. That pain is the price of growing up. Part of the process of being a full-fledged being with a soul.

She is not controlled by her ego nor pride. She knows that she knows nothing which is the greatest strength she holds over all of the factions in pathologic, which is the sole reason she is able to outsmart and manipulation the bachelor himself in his own game of chess.

She understands pain, she understands happiness and she understands what it's like to not have a purpose. To struggle to survive when your life is at the mercy of the whims of children.

Aglaya is probably the most emotional character in all of Pathologic for how many feelings she contains and doesn't shy away from. The rollercoaster these 5 days have been to her since she arrived in town. Dealing with anger and revenge with Daniil, discovering trust, love, and a new meaning for life with Artemy, learning about powers beyond anyone's control with Clara.

It is ironic how she appears as the most cold and apathetic to onlookers based on their personal opinions of her.

Yet not even a single crack forms in her sanity. She accepts the theory of the town being alive almost immediately.

She thinks. Truly uses both her brain & heart, and doesn't make her decisions based on personal biases and gut feelings.

Cogito ergo eum

Therefore, she is.

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On a last note, Sticky's animal being a kitten genuinely made my week so much better. I kept thinking about that fact whenever I was in a bad mood and how fitting it is since he clings after Artemy left and right, following him and fearing abandonment just because his dad took too long in the shower once ouch my heart. It's so fitting!!!

A cub and a kitten!!! what more could you ask for??

That detail definitely slipped me by, thank you so much for bringing it up to me. My life just got ten times better with that imagery in my head.

I hope you have a wonderful day! I had fun writing this <3 thanks for existing.