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[doverstardoodles]

messy unfinished Brimon kiss

[mysewingadventures]

Making the ✨Lioncourt Gown✨ (Part 1/4)

Shoot, it's been like two years since I last posted, apologies! I’ve been incredibly busy with uni and life in general, taking care of my mental health, it’s just been a very stressful time lately. I haven't really worked on anything worthy of posting in the meantime, only minor things and one dress I rushed and it didn't turn out well anyway. But, since Halloween is coming up and I don’t feel like wearing the same thing for the third time in a row, I thought it was the perfect excuse to try and make something new and the other day at 2am I fell down a rabbit hole and came up with an idea I’m completely obsessed with.

So recently, (in case you couldn't tell by the title haha) I’ve been really into Interview with the Vampire (the TV show), and there’s this one costume that’s so iconic it immediately caught my attention: This Lestat outfit.

I feel like since this blog isn't fandom related I need to explain myself to those of you who are just semi-familiar with IWTV. Maybe you know Lestat as essentially the villain of the story and are wondering why on earth I'd want to make an outfit inspired by him. The answer is quite simple and not actually deep at all: I just thought it'd be a fun project. I'm very well aware of his personality and would not want to be in the same room as him in real life haha. But he's such an interesting character to watch on screen (they all are, in my opinion). Anyways-

This outfit is from a scene that takes place in the 1790s and now, I’m unfortunately not too versed in men’s fashion so I can’t quite comment on its historical accuracy (and also it’s worn in the context of a theater performance so it’s bound to be more flashy than what people would have worn on the streets), but the way the lapel is shaped just screams redingote to me, and since I've always wanted to make a redingote I'm going to make a redingote version of the costume!

For reference, here's what a c. 1790 redingote looks like:

This one has a normal button closure but redingotes were also often double-breasted (which is what I'm going for), taking inspiration from men's fashion. These were often worn to ride in - hence the name, redingote - riding coat.

Maybe this is the point where I should mention that I'm not going for perfect historical accuracy for this project. It really is just a fun project to try to approximate something as seen on a show to an actual historical piece of clothing.

Here’s a super quick sketch I drew to check if the colors looked good together, and I have to say, I’m sold 1000%.

I am so excited to wear this when it’s done, but also a bit anxious because for starters, I’ve never made a redingote before, and the dresses that I have made all have issues with the sleeves because apparently, I can’t sew sleeves correctly. So this time, I really want to make sure it all fits properly before I sew it and take my time with it to make sure it ends up being something that I love as much as I love the idea of it.

This time, I tried something a little different with my mockup - usually, I’ll draft a pattern on paper, then cut out my mockup and sew it, but this time I decided to make the mockup by draping the fabric directly on the mannequin that I dressed in my stays and a bumroll, making sure I had the correct measurments, and it was a complete gamechanger. It fit right away with minimal adjustments, and I was also immediately able to check how the fabric falls, if it needed to be on the bias or not, etc. I ended up doing everything on straight grain which is technically not 100% correct as the front piece needs to be on a slight bias but it seems to work for this piece so let’s hope the fabric doesn’t wrinkle! I’ll also be adding boning so I’m hoping that’ll additionally keep it all straight and even in the front.

Once the mockup was completed, I went on the search for the right fabrics and got these (the skirt fabric, the buttons and the tape I ordered online and they've yet to arrive!):

The black base fabric and the blue one are cotton, as will be the skirt. The details are satin! I spent a long time at the fabric store trying to think of the best way to do this and it does look like the details on Lestat's outfit are maybe velvet, but I was afraid it would look a little too costume-y and cheap, so I ended up going with satin in the end.

I pinned the fabric mock-up onto the lining fabric (just a white Ikea bedsheet), added 1,5cm seam allowances where needed cut out the lining first, then placed the lining onto the black base fabric and cut that out as well.

I needed to lay the pieces down this way because I bought 2,5 meters, and I'll need 2m for the outer skirt alone so there's not a lot of space left, as I'll also have to cut out the sleeves from that fabric. I then sewed everything together.

And then I noticed I'd made a mistake - the lining for the front panel was supposed to be blue. Welp, now it's white, and I also realized I didn't have enough blue fabric to do the collar AND the lining, so I went for a fake lining for which I cut out two blue triangles to be slightly bigger than the lapel

and stitched them to the lining layer so the seams wouldn't be visible on the black outer layer. This was the result:

Pretty happy with it! Next up, even though I don't have the beige tape yet, I decided to cut out the color panels in the front and already pin them down. After some trial and error, I decided to go for 15x4,5cm triangles and calculated the size needed for the shorter ones (9x7,5cm), cut them out of the satin (which, let me tell you, was so finicky it ended up being the most difficult part of it all) laid them down and fastened with pins.

This is what I have so far:

Looking at it in the picture, I'm worried that the color panels take up too much space in the front. It looks like that in the original picture, but in my sketch I made everything a little narrower. But I was also scared of pulling on it too much because the panels are just pinned to the fabric. Some parts are sticking out over the black base layer which maybe also makes it look wider than it really is, I'll cut it to shape once I have the tape and have a better visual understanding of what it's going to look like.

Next up will be the collar/yoke and the dreaded sleeves and possibly the boning. I should do the boning before I attach the beige tape. I am realizing as I’m writing this that I should’ve done the boning before pinning down the colored panels as they’re supposed to cover it. Oh well. It’s fine. Either way, I think it already looks super cool and I can't wait to see the finished product!

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[aishangotome]

Azel Radwan: Chapter 15

Chapter 14 Premium Story

Thank you @passthechloroform for providing the video for this chapter!

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The riot that happened the other day has faded into a phantom with the passage of time.

People are coming and going in the city as if nothing had happened, and today is peaceful and bustling.

I, too, blend into the city, my bag lighter than when I arrived, the scars gone.

(I guess that's the end of my errands for today.)

(Even so, from the biggest landowner in Tanzanite to the theater manager, to the owner of the best restaurant in the country...)

(The people who ask the owner for books are all important people who support Tanzanite's economy.)

(I'm glad I learned proper manners from my time as Belle.)

???: --I've done it.

(Huh...?)

I hear a voice carried on the hot desert wind and stop.

Looking down an alley, I see a woman with her face hidden by a veil, gathering scattered flowers from the ground.

(Did she drop them?)

Emma: Do you need any help?

When I call out to her, the woman's eyes widen under her thin veil, and then she smiles.

Woman: Thank you, kind young lady. May I take you up on your offer?

Emma: Of course.

The flowers scattered on the ground are the "Al flowers" I saw at the theater before.

The flowers, the color of water that moistens the dry desert, seem to cool the hot air just by looking at them.

Emma: Are you a flower seller, miss?

Woman: No, I'm a humble diviner.

Woman: These flowers are the flowers of the Living God, so I thought they might contain blessings and I'm giving them to people I know.

Woman: Please take some if you like.

After putting all the flowers back in the basket, the woman bundles a few of them and offers them to me.

Emma: Wow, thank you very much.

Woman: I'm the one who should be thanking you. I'm glad I met such a kind person like you.

Woman: There have been a series of terrible incidents lately, haven't there? I've become afraid of people...

(...I thought they had disappeared like a phantom...)

(But maybe there are many people who are actually anxious like her.)

What had become invisible due to the illusion of everyday life is now highlighted under the sunlight.

The woman's face was haggard.

Just hearing that she's a diviner, it's easy to imagine what's happening to her.

Woman: Please be careful, young lady. We will eventually lose the moon.

Woman: As prophesied, the end is near. This country will soon be over.

Emma: That's...

The woman smiles and disappears into the depths of the alley, carrying her flower basket.

As if to say she doesn't want to talk about the end at all.

(The talk of the end... Clavis didn't seem to know the details either, did he?)

(It's become vague, but maybe I can find out by looking it up in a book?)

-

That night - as usual, I was working hard in the back of the elegant temple to repay my debt.

I finely grind chickpeas and onions, then add parsley, pepper, salt, and spices, and mix them together.

After letting it sit for a while, I shape it with my hands and roll it into a pot of oil, and it's almost complete.

(Now all I have to do is fry it until the color changes, make the sauce...)

Azel: You're making something unusual today.

Emma: Whoa!?

Azel suddenly appeared and peered into the pot from behind me.

The close distance and his breath on my ear made my heart feel like it was going to burst out of my chest.

Azel: Why are you acting like I'm a ghost...?

Emma: Please don't talk right next to my ear.

Azel: Oh, I didn't know you were sensitive to sounds.

Emma: --ah

He purposely blows air on my ear, and a faint voice escapes me.

(He might have heard what I just said...)

I turn around and glare at him with shame, and Azel seems to be reflecting on his actions as he quickly raises both hands.

Azel: I'm sorry, so don't glare at me like that. It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.

(Why am I so nervous just because he got close to me?)

(...Is it because my body was surprised?)

Azel steps away from me and picks up the memo that was on the counter.

Azel: Did Kasim teach you this?

Emma: How did you know?

Azel: He's an acquaintance. I can tell by this messy handwriting.

Mr. Kasim is the manager and chef of the restaurant where I delivered the owner's book.

When I casually mentioned that I wanted to try making Tanzanite cuisine, he kindly wrote down a recipe for a fried dish that is commonly made in homes.

Azel: Why do you go this far?

Emma: Why...?

Azel: Honestly, with food, anything is fine as long as it's edible, right?

Emma: ...You're always so picky with your orders.

Azel: That's different. This is different.

Azel: You don't particularly enjoy cooking as a hobby, do you?

Azel: You could just make something simple... Isn't it a bother?

The recipe that Azel is holding up is indeed labor-intensive.

Cooking something I'm not used to takes time and effort, and I get more tired than usual.

(I've never really thought about it deeply, but...)

Emma: I thought you might miss the taste of your hometown if you only had Rhodolite cuisine.

Emma: I'm cooking to repay my debt and pay the rent, but...

Emma: If I'm going to cook anyway, I want you to enjoy it, right?

When I confess my true feelings, the recipe slips from Azel's hand.

(...)

(Huh... Do I actually like Azel quite a bit?)

At any rate, these are not things you should say to a God who has enslaved you with debt, and I become aware of my unconscious feelings only after putting them into words.

(No, I'm just attached to him, there's nothing shameful about it...)

*remembering Azel's previous remark*

Azel: Insulting me again... You're really good at creating debt, aren't you?

(...There's nothing...)

Remembering his soft, moon-like smile, I become strangely awkward for some reason.

(Why doesn't Azel say anything? What is this silence?)

His mysterious eyes, holding the starry sky, quietly look down at me.

His eyes are unusually serious, and yet somewhat displeased.

Azel: Is this some new kind of harassment?

Emma: How did you even come to that twisted interpretation!?

Azel: The sight of a good person makes me sick.

(Ugh... That actually hurts.)

Emma: ...Was I bothering you?

I don't understand what Azel is thinking, so I try looking down for now.

Suddenly, the God who had a scary face shows signs of agitation.

Azel: Ah, no, that's not it. It's a good mindset. Keep it up and offer me your cooking.

Azel: I can praise your thoughtfulness. In fact, I'll praise it highly.

Azel: But don't say anything that makes it difficult for me to take advantage of you from now on.

(So that's what it is...)

Azel: By the way, it's burning.

Emma: Ah!

I hurriedly look up and scoop the croquette out of the oil.

It's my first time seeing a Tanzanite-style croquette, but it's turned out cute with its round shape.

Emma: Look, it's pretty good for my first attempt--

Azel: So you were faking crying again?

Azel raises his eyebrows and pulls my cheek.

Emma: I'm sowwy.

(...I let it slip. I know Azel is surprisingly weak to tears, so I couldn't help it...)

(But I should avoid doing this often because it really worries him.)

Even with my cheek being lightly pulled, I arrange the croquettes on a plate.

As I move my body, my heart gradually calms down.

(Now, to make it look more vibrant...)

Azel: ...Why is that flower there?

He complains about the small vase I placed next to the plate.

The fresh Al flower should be a small oasis in the desert that soothes anyone who sees it, but only Azel, who has let go of my cheek, doesn't even try to hide his expression of disgust.

Emma: A diviner gave it to me today.

Emma: Looking at it like this, it has a Prince Azel-like quality and it's kind of endearing--

Emma: Why are you glaring at me again!?

Azel: I sensed a disrespectful presence.

(That's so unreasonable!)

Azel: I hate that flower.

Azel: It doesn't bring me any profit, yet it uses my name without permission.

Emma: I feel like you would thoroughly collect even if it was a deferred payment, Prince Azel.

Azel: There's no way I could do such a terrible thing to the common people, right?

(...Am I not one of the common people?)

While complaining, he doesn't seem to intend to deny what I'm doing, and the vase is not removed.

Azel: However, if diviners start handing out blessed flowers, it really is the end.

Azel: I don't know who that woman is, but she must be sensing the end is near.

Emma: ...You're right. The woman who gave me the flower was afraid of the "prophecy of the end."

Emma: Prince Azel... what exactly is the prophecy of the end left by the first Living God?

Azel: Find out yourself.

Emma: I wanted to look for books, but I couldn't find any bookstores at all.

In Rhodolite, I could find bookstores just by casually walking around the city.

However, there were no shops in the Tanzanite market that handled books at all.

I couldn't get any information even when I asked people, and in the end, I gave up on bookstores, but--

Azel: Why do you think that is?

Azel sits down on a chair, rests his cheek on his hand on the table, and places his hand on the book he'll probably read during his meal.

Azel: Why are there no bookstores in Tanzanite?

(So it wasn't just that I couldn't find them.)

I felt the air around Azel change.

Emma: Is it because... there aren't many people who can read?

Azel: That's one reason, but there's a more important reason.

Azel: What are people's thoughts made of?

(I wonder what it is.)

Emma: Experiences?

Azel: No. Think more directly.

(...The foundation of thought...)

Emma: Words...?

Azel: That's right. So, where do we get the words that form the basis of our thoughts?

Emma: From everyday conversations, the letters overflowing in the city, and books, I suppose?

Azel: Indeed. The more words people have, the more deeply they can think.

Azel: The reason you're more intelligent than other women is probably because you love books and know a lot of words.

(He casually complimented me.)

Azel: Conversely, if you don't know words, you can't even think.

Azel: Even if you have something in mind, if you can't verbalize it well, you can't be called human.

Emma: In that case, it would be better to have many bookstores, wouldn't it?

Azel: There are people who don't think so, which is why there are no bookstores in Tanzanite.

Emma: ...Why...?

Azel: Come on, think about it.

Azel raises the corners of his mouth as if enjoying the conversation itself.

(Without books, people can't think. But there are people who hate thinking.)

What suddenly crossed my mind was the riot the other day.

The hellish scene of believers and those with distrust towards God punching and cursing each other was hard to believe was the work of people with intellect.

(Clavis said it started with some fanatics.)

(Fanatics surely don't know the words to doubt God.)

(They blindly believe because they don't know the words, and they lash out before thinking.)

(And the one who led them was...)

Emma: ...It's inconvenient, isn't it?

Emma: The more you know words, the more you can think about faith in God from various perspectives.

Emma: If you want to maintain absolute control, the thinking that shows all paths might get in the way.

When I somehow managed to gather the scattered words and put them together, Azel clapped his hands as if to say "well done."

Azel: Of course, there are books in Tanzanite too. But most of them are related to mythology.

Azel: People's thoughts naturally become centered around God.

Azel: The people of Tanzanite haven't been allowed to do so for many years.

Azel: To become independent from God by gaining knowledge.

Emma: ...That's not what you want, is it, Prince Azel?

Azel: No, I'm actually inviting book merchants. Akatsuki and you are the leading examples.

Azel: There are bookstores too, though small. People have also become more knowledgeable than before.

Azel: But there are still those who don't like the idea of the people having knowledge.

Emma: ...The apostle, right?

(Because he's the kind of person who would ignore even your will, Azel, to protect the divine authority of God.)

Azel: To be precise, it's the "royal family."

Azel: The clan that descends from the first Living God believes without a doubt that protecting this mystery is their mission.

Azel: The control of thought might be a sin that the royal family of Tanzanite has held onto for a long time.

*flashback*

Silvio: The people of Tanzanite today can't live without God.

Silvio: They are kept alive by God, and have built their prosperity by God.

Silvio: If God doesn't want it...

Silvio: I wonder who created this current situation?

*back to present*

(I understand the answer to that question now... but...)

(It's strange that God and the royal family, who are supposed to be praising God, are so out of sync.)

(In Tanzanite, God is not an idol.)

(He's a living mystery right here, and he's showing a clear will.)

Azel: But sin is something that must eventually be atoned for.

Azel: They will pay the price eventually.

Emma: Is that... the "prophecy of the end"?

Azel: Who knows?

Azel shrugs his shoulders and casually reaches for the croquettes lined up on the table.

Azel: ...........Delicious.

He seems to have accidentally let it slip, and noticing my gaze, Azel looks away awkwardly.

Azel: ...If you want to know about the first Living God's prophecy, why don't you ask Enis?

Azel: He'll surely answer with a pale face. Unlike me, he's obedient.

Emma: Won't you tell me, Prince Azel?

Azel: It'll cost you.

Emma: Not that again...

Azel: This time it will be an exorbitant amount. Give up and go ask the king.

(If it were the usual Azel, I feel like he would tell me even if I was reluctant, since it's a chance to get money.)

(Is there some reason why it's hard to say?)

Azel reaches for the second croquette--

Emma: Stop snacking!

I grab his greedy hand from me, and I'm surprised by the thickness of his wrist, more than I imagined.

(...It's a man's hand.)

(No, I've held it before...)

(Was it this strong?)

Azel: To give orders to a God...

Emma: It's not an order, it's a request. The sauce isn't ready yet.

Azel: I don't need it.

Emma: I need it.

Azel: ..............

Emma: I won't give in even if you make a sulky face.

Azel: Stingy.

Emma: I'm fine with being stingy.

Emma: But if you like it that much, it was worth the effort I put into making it.

Azel: ..............Please stop saying things like that.

Azel grabs my hand back and pulls it away.

I feel my heart skip a beat again-- I look down, and the sound of knocking ton ton shakes the air.

Emma: Kamal?

Kamal is leaning against the door, which had been left open at some point.

She has a gentle expression, as if she has just seen something heartwarming.

Azel: ...Oh, that's right.

Azel: Kamal, let's talk outside.

Azel: I'll be right back.

Azel stands up and quickly leaves with Kamal.

When the two of them stand side by side, they look like a picture-perfect combination of a handsome man and a beautiful woman--

For some reason, I feel a twinge of pain in my chest.

-

Kamal: Oh my, you've become quite close to that child.

Kamal: At first, you were acting all indifferent, like "it has nothing to do with me."

Azel: Shut up. Just hand over the goods.

Kamal: Oh my, evil God. You shouldn't show that child such a scary face.

Laughing lightly, the bewitching beauty takes out a jet-black lump of iron from the large bag she's carrying.

The eyes of the God who received it were frozen.

Kamal: As you predicted, I confiscated it at the port this time.

Kamal: The world's calamity, the beast of ruin... It's really troublesome.

Azel: Yes. But what's truly troublesome is the hidden soldier that man sent.

Azel: I hope the guests from Rhodolite will take this bait.

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Chapter 16

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get to know me

@eoieopda tagged me in their post twice but not to do the game bc i know there have been a million tags that i didn't do so the fact that i'm deciding to do this one is funny BUT i'm trying to be active again and i liked this one so here we are lmao

ps is it bad if i don't tag anyone bc i'm assuming everyone was already tagged and doesn't want to be tagged multiple times (still insecure) but please feel free to do this and say i tagged you if you haven't been bc that's exactly what i did

what's the origin of your blog title?

i went with my url bc my blog title is just kim namjoon saying some shit at an american press junket so lmfao this fucking clip it's not the original but finding her would be difficult

favorite fandoms?

i've only been really involved in any capacity with one fandom before bts, but bts has been the fandom i've been most involved in, and obviously that's not that much. i wouldn't really say it's my favorite either LMAO i love many things, but fan spaces on the internet are hard lmfao here for example: i'd never seen, read, or listened to wicked before the movie because i thought wicked fans were annoying. turns out people are annoying about it because it's REALLY fucking good. so i'm actually trying to keep fandom out of the equation when i enjoy something now bc i'm sick of missing out on things just because i myself personally find the fandom annoying lmao lmao lmao

otp(s)/shipname?

myself with jimin next question

favorite color?

that fucken millennial pink oops. or golden yellow

favorite game?

the sims, animal crossing, spiritfarer

song stuck in your head?

abracadabra amor-oo-na-na abracadabra morta-oo-ga-ga (mayhem is out march 7 stan lady gaga)

weirdest habit/trait?

well. i grew up believing my weirdest habit was pulling my hair out to baldness but it turns out shit like that is more common than i thought. but i still can't think of anything weirder so that's my answer 😀

hobbies?

reading, gaming, wishing i was a writer but not doing anything about it, astrology

if you work, what is your profession?

a sore subject! i'm unemployed.

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

initially i was going to say therapist bc that is the job i want and do not yet have, but that's not how i'm actually interpreting this question. the answer is ballerina.

something you're good at?

being supportive

something you're bad at?

following through, just as a general statement

something you love?

my cat

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff?

psychology, astrology, kpop. a certain book series, that i don't want to be judged on the internet for having shaped my late childhood and teenage years, and the discourse surrounding it (wow i wonder what it is)

something you hate?

my phone addiction

something you collect?

i was getting a lot of bts albums, etc. for a bit there but that's been halted for a couple of years now lmfao

something you forget?

that i'm not alone

what's your love language?

love languages are bullshit and sexist etc etc etc (words of affirmation and physical touch)

favorite movie/show?

movie: easy a show: bojack horseman until i rewatch crazy ex-girlfriend and remember just how much it is my favorite

favorite food?

snack: chips and queso meal: pho

favorite animal?

a boring answer but it is in fact cats

are you musical?

i play the flute and piano, and i did dance classes through elementary school and was in choir until high school. i majored in music education for my first three years of college before i finally realized i do not have the dedication required of the field. classical musicians, as well as band directors in my state (could be a dead giveaway if you know about band here), do not typically have multiple interests lmao

what were you like as a child?

how to be nice to my child self okay um i was (and am) pretty anxious and insecure and i had friends but felt lonely a lot anyway. on the other hand i also think i was as excitable then as i am now. i was timid and shy when i was small, but then i was a daycare kid so i think i learned how to be a loud enough kid to not to get swallowed up by the chaos that is that environment (slipped through the cracks in school though lmao lmao lmao)

favorite subject at school?

language arts/english but you'd be hard pressed to see evidence of it because past elementary school i was not a good student UNTIL i became a psych major

least favorite subject?

biology. well the sciences in general get me fucking good every time, but especially biology. i cannot wrap my head around science

what's your best character trait?

empathy (gag me), or more specifically being able to see situations from many perspectives

what's your worst character trait?

learned helplessness???? i do not inherently believe in myself and so i give up easily or don't try lmao

if you could change any detail of your day right now, what would it be?

that i got a full night of sleep last night and that i was asleep right now lmao

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

carl jung, esteemed psychiatrist/psychotherapist/psychologist, was also an esteemed astrologer who never advertised himself as an astrologer bc he did not want to be taken less seriously as a scientist. modern psychology and (western) astrology would not be where they are today without him and wow look at that those are two of my favorite interests. also i wanna hear what shit he wants to talk about freud.

rec your fave fanfics (spread the love):

god finally a chance to put them in one spot. and a lot of these people have multiples that i would love to mention but then the list would be insane. so i suffered and picked one each. the following, in no particular order, with clear biases shown:

@eoieopda's darksided (myg) @sailoryooons's the iron ring (pjm) @daechwitatamic's my feet to follow, and my heart to hold (knj) @100vern's by the time i've figured out what it's worth (myg) @here2bbtstrash's the shape of your body (pjm) @magicshopaholic's idolverse (ot7) @wwilloww's sh. (ot7) @kkaetnipjeon's pork belly (pjm) @babystrcandy's matilda (myg) @yoongiofmine's all it takes (jhs) @kithtaehyung's first love, last love (myg) @moni-logues's kintsugi (myg), which i cannot link because she has been put through the FUCKING wringer by this god forsaken website, but i can't not mention it and finally, matchy's (who has deactivated rip diva) trip no further (myg), which is still available on ao3 (thank you for informing me @newmittens) BUT i think you do need to have an account to access it

ok thank you for reading and i apologize to all of these people i tagged who had to scroll to the very bottom of this post to see why they were tagged lmfao ily all <3

[base0h]

Hey slayer. I've been violently ill lately and thought it be best to turn my misery into your profit, so here's a request for you. May I request the asl trio with an s/o that one night got really really sick?? Like I'm talking throwing up in the toilet, body shaking, feeling like you're going yo die type of thing. Thanks, have a great day and I hope you drink water 👋

a/n - nooo! I’m sorry about that anon :( I hope you feel better soon :) sorry in advance but I somehow make things cracky when they’re supposed to be serious 💀

warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, vomit, comfort

- this guy hasn’t gotten sick once in his entire life, so he doesn’t know what the fuck to do when someone gets sick- (have you seen the way he tried to handle when nami got sick 😭)

- today, you already felt nauseous, sick to your stomach. The thought of eating made you want to throw yourself overboard-

- the rocking waves that shook the boat back and forth only contributed more- you weren’t even sure if this was your sickness, or sea sickness at this point

- maybe both?

- the toilet was your new bestie, the amount of times you threw up in there were countless

- chopper did his best with what meds he had- but nothing really eased the sickness. Your head just kept banging, dizzy from how many times you’ve thrown up

- your captain wasn’t sure what to do- he just kept frantically calling chopper over to see if you were ok.. He knew that maybe his funny antics weren’t going to help you right now

- “Sorry y/n… But I think this is just going to pass tomorrow, hang in there.” -chopper

- You were glad it wasn’t anything serious, but this was horrible

- Don’t you worry, Luffy stayed with you the entire night. He stole a bucket from Sanji for you to throw up in, and tried to tell you funny stories to lighten up your mood

- “Okok- ummmmm. Ok so there was this one time where grandpa kicked me down into a hole at night and-“ (Luffy was abused /with love)

- whenever you tried to sleep, he’d pat your head softly to lull you to sleep, and he tried his VERY hardest not to make any noise

- he ends up making noise but- it’s alright, you still love him (I hope)

- “Y/n! Don’t think about green! Like- don’t think about bushes and stuff! Think about uh… Meat! Wait- no. Uhm….“

- You were getting even more sick at the mention of the color green.. And meat? Luffy no.

- “NO I’M SORRY! DON’T THINK ABOUT MEAT! THINK ABOUT UH- THE SKY? THE GOING MERRY! SUNNY?”

- with him naming random stuff extremely loudly, it was able to distract you from all those gross thoughts, good save Luffy

- you made it through the night (traumatized) but alive. You were glad Luffy was there to stay with you, even though he’s not the best doctor in town lmao

- he loves you, and he’d do anything to make you feel alright :)

- he’s very experienced with almost every sickness, and he’s read about almost every kind of medical book he has in his library

- but nothing prepared him for taking care of the person he loved, because books don’t cover that :)

- you already asked Dragon if you could rest for today, and that alone made sabo so worried. You never had to miss a mission.. This must’ve been really bad

- as soon as the ship docked, sabo sprinted, and I mean SPED towards the headquarters

- my man literally knocked poor koala over on the way 😭

- when he burst through the door like a mad man, he grimaced when he saw how bad you looked

- you were still sitting by the toilet, your face turning green in close intervals

- “Oh hey sabo- how was the m-“ *throws up*

- “Y/N?! ARE YOU OK?!”

- He’s about to faint, but he managed to drag the doctor out from his office, and haul ass back to you for him to check you out

- sabo never knew he could be so tense and anxious, he found out today that he suffered from major anxiety whenever something bad happened to you 😭

- The doctor explained that it was simply a really bad stomach flu, and it would go away by either tomorrow or the next few days

- sabo was glad it wasn’t anything serious! But still, he was worried about you, I mean… You weren’t looking great-

- He tried his best, but whenever you threw up, he felt sick as well- so he comforted you while closing his eyes and covering his ears (he’s trying)

- at one point he had to run off because he threw up too 💀 probably from both feeling horrible because you were going through this. And also, he’s scared of vomit unfortunately

- just because he’s scared doesn’t mean he’s not going to stay with you 24/7! He’s sitting with you, giving you whatever you ask and need

- he tries to talk about anything except vomit and the color green lmao- but he somehow finds a way to get back to it??

- “Yeah on the mission today- we were freeing some of our comrades and one of them- his name’s Steve. He was wearing this AWFUL green shirt and I swear-!” *throws up*

- “I’M SORRY- FORGET EVERYTHING I JUST SAID PLEASE.”

- this poor man is dying, but trying 👍

- like Luffy, this guy has never been sick. EVER

- but he’s an expert at sensing whether or not you’re feeling ok- it’s kinda creepy

- it’s like he knows if a sneeze is coming, and he says bless you early 0-0

- this time, he didn’t catch it since he was off the ship, kicking marine ass on an island

- when he got back, you were- let’s just say.. You’ve been better.

- Whitebeard was worried, and Marco took a look at you right away. No one was as worried as Ace though, this poor guy was on fire, quite literally

- he kept accidentally setting things on fire around him from how worried he was!

- “Ace, don’t panic. Stay calm.” -Whitebeard

- “I AM CALM.”

- no he is not calm at all

- Marco told you that this would just have to pass normally, and he could only give you some anti-nausea meds

- when ace could finally go into your room, he was asking every single question known to man

- “Baby are you ok? You need water? Hugs? Food? A bucket? Meds? Blanket? Marco to turn into a fluffy bird and for you to hold him in your hand?”

- “…what?”

- let’s just say if you need something, he’s on it

- whenever you throw up, he’s like- cheering you on?

- “Great job! Get all that nasty stuff out! You got this!”

- I mean. It helped I guess 💀

- he’ll give you cuddles, hugs, anything to help you fall asleep and get through the night

- you finally fell asleep on him after a couple hours

- but this poor dude needed to pee so bad at around 3am. But the thought of waking you up, only for you to start throwing up again made him so sad..

- he didn’t want you to have to go through it again if you didn’t have to!

- so he sucked it up, and held it until you woke up at 7

- “Oh hey ace.. I feel a lot better now, thanks for staying.”

- “Oh my gosh that’s great! But give me like- 10 seconds I have to pee so fucking bad-!”

- my man SPED to the bathroom, leaving a literal trail of fire 💀💀💀

- he was in there for a while 😭

a/n - ace is so sweet 🥹

[courtney-deserved-better]

Do you have any tips for getting yourself to actually focus and write for a while? I have so much motivation to write but then I open my laptop and go to write the next chapter and I just feel like oughhhhhhhhhh

no that's so real. if you're not sure what you're working on is what you WANT to be writing, i would say investigate that further instead of trying to keep hacking away at it. if you ARE sure it's what you want to write, it's just hard to get started, here's some stuff you can do!

📜 change the aesthetic of your document. this can be with the font (comic sans is shockingly helpful) but what i've been doing lately is changing the page color to something that fits the theme of my fic. it's so much more enjoyable writing on a pastel yellow or a dark red than just a harsh white page.

☕️ go to a cafe! if i have spending money and i need motivation i go to my local cafe, get a coffee, and sit down to write. changing to an environment that isn't my apartment/workplace/university is refreshing, plus i get a nice little drink. and i tell myself because i spent money, i have to write or i'm wasting money. guilt trippy, but it gets the job done. that, plus the caffeine lol

🎧 find or make a playlist you like (i like lofi instrumental stuff i find on youtube) and tell yourself you have to write for as long as the playlist plays. could be 15 minutes, could be an hour, but sometimes having a time limit and some funky beats helps

📝 skip whatever the first scene of your chapter is and write the second. or skip it and go to the scene you're most excited to write that chapter. once you get into a flow state, it's easier to go back and write the previous scene and then later edit it so the overall chapters makes sense

💭 freewrite! just start writing out your stream of consciousness, it's a lot more easy to get started when you're just typing whatever comes to mind and then you can eventually transition into writing your fic. sometimes you gotta warm up first!

👟 take a walk! getting out of the house and just stewing in my thoughts about my fic is great at helping me connect plot points, explore themes, and just think about why i'm excited to write my fic in the first place

💬 create social pressure. deadlines are great, but it's easy to talk yourself out of them if they're self-enforced. so find someone who you're comfortable with reading your fics, and tell them you'll have a chapter/scene/section to show them by a certain date. then you feel forced to have something to show them by that date. only do this if you know it will motivate you and not make you horribly anxious.

the MOST important advice i have is this:

NEVER END A CHAPTER WITHOUT STARTING THE NEXT ONE.

i am SO serious about this. as soon as you finish your latest chapter, go ahead and write at least the first sentence of the next one. starting is the HARDEST PART of writing for me and already knocking out some of that while i'm in the flow has been a game changer when it comes to fic writing. if your problem is that having to start the next chapter kills your motivation, take starting the next chapter OUT OF THE EQUATION.

thanks for the ask! i love talking about writing, best of luck with your fics!

[cycleoffates]

Just found you here after searching Pumpkin Panic (again). You see, I found that demo back in 2014-2016 and I feel like it made a huge impact on what my art aesthetic preferences are because your artsyle is super colorful and the game really gave me candy and Halloween vibes! So once I a while I search official art you have posted about it. Whether you come back to making games or not I wanted to thank you for creating that demo and showing your spooky ocs. Hope you have a nice day!

hello!!! thank you so much for sending me this message. apologies if my response has been somewhat late, Tumblr's a place I hardly check and free time isn't something I have as much as I used to. 🥲 sorry if this is gonna be a long response too! i didn't intend it to be but I'm feeling somewhat sentimental.

even if i've pretty much been radio silent all over the place, this message has been something I've been constantly thinking about for a while. well, this one and a few that have been left on one of my videos. 🥹 (I'm posting them rq bc they bring me joy)

Pumpkin⭐Panic (yeah, with the star bc i found out there's another game called that now) has always been very near and dear to my heart. i made that demo when I was still a kid in high-school w/ a lot of ambitions. the idea for it was very impulsive, bc it started out as me making a gift for my followers on Halloween. i have no idea how I managed to create a demo for it in under a month (I have no clue how I was able to do it back then 💀).

talking about and posting OC stuff has always made me shy bc I wasn't sure how people would perceive it (or rather, my original, non-fandom creations), but it warms my heart to know it's been (and is still) loved by a lot of ppl who remember it to this day, even if it's very old. not to mention, it's very outdated, littered with bugs and was made on a (now defunct) laptop with a broken audio jack (hence why the audio is so loud (LOL)). making a game by yourself is harder than it looks!!!

it's been......... maybe 10+ years now? i think since it's initial creation. wow. typing that out makes me feel OLD. during all that, I put out another game demo and tried to write visual novels, but none of them were finished/saw the light, either. I'm somewhat ashamed of that too. i wanted to make more stories, but I just found myself lacking the time and the motivation (Tumblr was dying, I started working towards a college degree, you get the gist).

at that point, i stopped posting OC content as much (bc you know, social media engagement with fandoms and commissions gets you clicks!). i kept all those to myself (granted I didn't have a lot to begin with LOL) and only shared them with close friends. sometimes i'd post something on the bird-app, but it wasn't constant.

and then few years ago, a couple things happened to me (for the worse?). it opened my eyes and made me realize how impacted I (as a person) and my creations (as extensions of me) were by others who I shared personal connections with (through relating w/my characters). those things changed my life and made me anxious about talking about them again with others. i got scared. it was bad.

from then on, i shifted my gear towards making a lot of money as I could from commissions. flash forward to the beginning of last year, I had my "icarus-flew-too-close-to-the-sun" moment.................... yeah, burnout is NOT fun.

but at the same time, during those years of making bank and struggling, I was able to connect with someone again who made me love talking about my OCs again. i started roleplaying w/OCs again, I started writing and drawing OCs again. granted, they're not the same ones as before, but they're still my characters, and I want to share their stories with the world (someday). yeah okay, this is veering away from Pumpkin⭐Panic so i'm pulling the reins back on it again.

thank you again (from the bottom of my heart) for sending me this ask. this probably wasn't??? the answer you were expecting, but it made me feel something so HAVE AT IT. 🥹 I have attempted to create some semblances of art for a Pumpkin⭐Panic "reboot" but never got far, so it's most likely I won't be picking the game demo project back up. maybe I'll post them here if I remember to?

i've been thinking about giving the main game some closure at least. an artist I follow did something where when they decided to quit their webcomic, they posted the scripts/concept art/etc of said webcomic so fans can look at it. i think that's something I might try and do, if people are interested.

i also had plans for a prequel game (visual novel written conceptual draft)......... that? that's something I'm still thinking of doing one day, mostly because I have a new OC project now (not PP! related) that I want to bring to life but have no idea on the direction I want to go with. a friend told me that maybe trying to do an experimental visual novel with the prequel (of PP!) might help me get a feel for where I want to go for said new story. it doesn't have a proper name that I'm happy with, but............

i just think these goobers deserve that finished, at least.

thank you one again for your ask, sorry if it was sooooo long-winded, and i hope you have a wonderful day as well! <3

[melpomenelamusa]

1, 7, 16 for Elafi!

I'll let Elafi answer these questions:

1- First big aspiration (i.e. what did they want to be when they grew up?)

Elafi 🦌: That's a bit of a difficult question. Honestly, I've never really stopped to think about what I want to do. I never went to college, and even if I could, I don't think I’d know what to study. I like plants—Warrick has taught me how to take care of them—and working in a garden doesn’t sound bad at all. But if I had to think of something bigger, like a big dream… I’d like to do something to help chimera children, maybe create a home for them, help them get out of the difficult situations they're in, take care of others the way Warrick has taken care of me. Yes, I think I’d like that.

7- First time they took a risk, or the biggest risk they've ever taken

Elafi 🦌: I guess my life has been full of risks lately. Ever since I had to run away from my old home, it's like my whole world turned upside down. Maybe that’s been the biggest risk so far. I mean, I used to always stay at home, I never went out, and it's not like I really minded—I was with my parents. But now… The good thing is that I have people who make me feel much safer, and for whom I think it's worth taking those risks.

16- First thing they remembered feeling ashamed of

Elafi 🦌: Ashamed... Let me think... Maybe... Well, when I was really little, I remember asking my parents why I looked different from the other kids. They told me that I was just born this way and that there was nothing to be ashamed of. But then one day, I was watching a movie on TV—I don’t remember which one—but I do remember a scene where some kids were bullying the protagonist just because of his skin color. And I started wondering, Would other kids make fun of me too? Just because I have hooves, because my ears are different, or because I have a tail? I remember suddenly feeling really bad and anxious. It was like, for the first time, I realized that others might see me as a... freak. I felt horrible, I cried a lot. My parents later explained things to me, and that helped calm me down a bit. Now, it’s something I’ve learned to live with. In fact, I’m proud of who I am, and I wouldn’t change it.

[delizzie]

The little things you do for love

Description: When you're going through a hard phase Leslie is there to comfort you.

Tags: fluff, comfort, wlw, anxiety, angst with happy ending, girls in love

Tw: anxiety mentioned, and some ocd-symptoms described. 

Story starts under the line.

Hey! This is my first time posting here, also my first wlw fic. English is not my first language, so please forgive me for the bad grammar.

I started the series last week, and I'm in love😍with the one and only Leslie Shay.

I hope she will get her happy ending😊

(I already spoilered it with a tiktok edit.)

This story is inspired by personal experience. 

If you ever feel like this, never forget that you're loved, and you're allowed to have bad days❤️

After a long day, Leslie wanted nothing more than to finally take a hot bath, eat a hearty dinner, and cuddle up with her girlfriend. A smile crossed her face as she thought of Y/N. She had been her partner for over a year, but to this day she still grins like a teenager, her face blushing, her heart beating faster when she thinks about her. She didn’t like to show her sensitive side to the outside world, so only Y/N could enjoy that. Their relationship is almost perfect, and almost is only a necessary adjective because they also have bad days when things don’t go smoothly. Luckily, the happy days dominate. 

“Hello, baby.” she greeted loudly when she entered the apartment. There was no answer. 

She quickly took off her shoes and threw down her bag. Y/N’s keys, shoes, and water bottle were in place, so she knew she was home. They had only been living together in the shared apartment for a few months, but she knew that her partner wouldn't go anywhere without them. She went inside and found Y/N lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, headphones on her head, her eyes closed. 

Leslie paused for a moment. Y/N was wrapped in that powder-colored chenille blanket that she had bought for her, because she quickly learned that Y/N was always very cold. Y/N's face was calm, as was her breathing. She liked seeing her like this, because she knew that Y/N had her hard days, too.

She stepped carefully next to her, not wanting to scare her. Y/N's eyes immediately widened as she took off the headphones, her face becoming alarmed, but as soon as she realized it was only Shay, she immediately calmed down, a tired smile spread across her face. 

"You didn't answer when I came in." gave Leslie a small kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you." she replied, then pulled the blonde towards her for a proper kiss, who immediately returned it.

"Yeah, that's what I like." Leslie smiled at her cheekily.

"How was your day?"

"Tired. Long as usual. A guy tried to hit on me, but with a line even worse than Peter Mills." she rolled her eyes with a small smile on her face "And you? Something exciting?"

Y/N shook her head.

Leslie already knew the girl pretty well. She knew what she was like when she was happy, she knew that when she was nervous she would drum her feet, or that when she was angry, she would be quiet. She knew that when she was excited, she would talk loudly, and when she got turned on, she would constantly play with the blonde's hair. That's how she also knew what it was like when she had 'one of those' days. Those anxious, hard, patient-trying days. 

And it was also telling that her usual eye makeup was washed off, even though she only took it off when she took a shower in the evening or when she cried.

"Baby, are you okay?" Leslie caressed her face "You're usually playing or watching TV at this time."

"I've had a hard day, but I'm fine now." she said with a forced smile.

"Are you sure? I know you've been a bit stressed lately, your work, my accident, and it's okay if..."

"Leslie, I'm fine." she snapped at her, which immediately made her feel bad, and it was obvious "I'm so sorry. I've just been a bit stressed lately, with all the headaches, tight chest, dizziness, and I think it's really gotten to me today." 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Leslie asked softly, leaning back on the back of the couch.

"Just the usual. Racing mind, all sorts of unpleasant, scary thoughts, I feel like a wrung out sponge. I slept like eight hours last night, but it feels like two." she listed, staring at her hands, her fingers playing with each other.

"I'm sorry." Shay took her hands.

"Now I'm bothering you with my nonsense, which doesn't even exist, when you see terrible things every day and still don't complain." she looked up sadly, tears welling up in her eyes and her voice getting jerky "I hate myself when I'm like this, I feel so guilty about everything, every little thing, and logically I know it's stupid, but I often feel like I'm such a bad and ungrateful person." she sniffed, then took her hand away to look for a tissue. 

“Baby, I…”

“Like today, when there was a lot of work and a deadline looming, and I was just complaining to myself instead of being happy that I have a job, when so many people don’t have one. And now I’m here feeling sorry for myself. I know it's so pathetic, but I can't help, but feel like  I don't deserve this comfortable life.” she shook her head, her expression revealing that she was angry with herself. 

Leslie’s heart nearly broke for her lover. She wished she could help her, take away her doubts, her pain, but since she couldn't, the most she could do was accept and support Y/N.

“You’re not a bad person.”  it was the first thing she could say, because the mere thought of Y/N being anything but a good person outraged her. "Even if that wonderful brain of yours says otherwise, I know you're a good person. I've seen bad people, people who enjoyed the bad things they did, and you'll never be one."

"Leslie..." 

"You're not ungrateful. Just because you get mad sometimes doesn't make you ungrateful. Everyone has days when they hate their job or anything else, but those are just occasions. I probably don't know another person who is as grateful for their life, for their loved ones, for their things as you are. The way you appreciate everything and everyone is unprecedented. If you weren't like that, I wouldn't be with you, and even though you always say I save lives, that's true for you, too." she smiled at her partner, who was already in tears. 

"Oh, Les." she sniffed. 

"You save mine every day, by letting me know that there is someone waiting for me, who loves and accepts me, who can put up with my long shifts, and the fact that I get hurt too often. Your friends, your family, and I, who you always support, know what kind of person you are."

Y/N was wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her sweatshirt, then she threw herself around Leslie's neck, and hugged her like there was no tomorrow. The blonde held the girl tightly, and stroked her back.

"Thank you for being there for me." Y/N looked at her with eyes sparkling with tears.

"You don't have to thank me." Leslie stroked her face with a small, but all the more loving smile "When you massage my back, when you make food for me, when you always make sure my favorite snacks are at home, when you listen without judgment. That's when you thank me, and I hope I can make you feel how important you are to me, too."

"You can." she said with a small chuckle "When you say things like that, even though I know you're not very emotional, I always know." 

"Then it's good, because I'm only like that with you." she laughed.

"Oh, believe me, I enjoy it." she smiled cheekily as he twirled a blonde lock of hair. "What you said was so beautiful, but you know that reassurance seeking doesn't help, right? I mean, it does for the moment, but in the long run it's not good, and I gabble again..."

Y/N couldn't finish her sentence because Leslie silenced her with a kiss that was as sweet as honey. 

"What did you say?" the blonde asked cheekily as she ruffled the other's hair. 

"Nothing." she replied in a soft voice. "I know myself well enough to know that I'll be fine in a few days, but until then you'll have to put up with this." she added with a shy smile. 

"Oh, believe me, I'm not just putting up with you. I, baby, enjoy every minute we spend together." she said, then pulled Y/N into a deep, wild kiss again.

[girlnextdoooor]

Hello! How are you!🩷🩷

If it is not a bother can u write a nsfw with Burt Fableman?

Like you're his (pre-stablished young) girlfriend and you wanna do something special for him( cause he's been feeling down lately)and he's coming from work and then you surprise him all dolled up in a lacy frilly lingerie and you both proceed to have fun.

If plausible can contain ( daddy kink age gap breeding kink and cute pet names )

If you don't wanna do this is completely understandable!! Thank you for your time!!

-🐇

baby doll || burt fabelman x f!reader

summary: he squeezes where he's holding you, causing a sharp gasp to leave you. He knows exactly what he's doing, you can feel it off of him. Burt is as much of a gentleman as they come, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy watching you squirm a little.

warnings: smut (MDNI), age gap, breeding, daddy kink, teasing, fingering, burt is a god at aftercare

a/n: i'm super sorry i'm getting to reqs kind of slow, i work two jobs and i've been kind of busy 😭 this is also not proof read so, enjoy!

Burt was always such a sweetheart, and it broke you to watch him come home day after day upset and irritated because of work. Even further, him still being nothing short of an excellent partner; helping you through college classes, grocery shopping, supporting your own career aspirations, anything you felt strongly about, he was with you. You did everything you possibly could for him in your downtime, and would do more if it weren't for the part of you still wanting some kind of independence such as your own job while taking classes. Although you knew Burt would happily take care of you, you just never let him because he already goes above and beyond for you.

Which is precisely why tonight was special. Having the day off from your job and no classes, you went and picked out a new set of the most beautiful, frilly, pink, lingerie you could get your hands on, along with a brand new pair of lacy stockings. Burt had mentioned in passing before he loves the color pink on you, so obviously that was taken into account. You finish your purchase and make your way back home, anxious to try everything on and make sure it fits you properly. Lord forbid it doesn't fit and you have to go all the way back before he gets home.

You pull the set from the bag, rolling the fabric between your fingers. The image of Burt above you while wearing this very thing is ingrained into your head, causing a heat to pool in your stomach. You shoo the thoughts away long enough to pull your clothes off, shivering slightly at the cool air. The top is fastened with a clip in the shape of a tiny bow, a cute detail you think. You pull the small pink skirt that will absolutely hide nothing over your hips before letting it settle into your skin. It's tight, but not enough to hurt. The stockings are rolled up your legs, stopping an inch above the knee.

A final glance in the full body mirror occupying a corner of the room you and Burt share. You sit looking, wavering between wether to put a little makeup on or keep yourself bare faced. Ultimately, you decide to just put a pop of lipgloss on and keep your face natural. He prefers you that way.

The front door shutting alerts you that he's home. A wave of panic washes over you; you hadn't even taken the tags off the lingerie yet. Hurriedly, you snap the two tiny plastic tags off as his foot steps are echo down the hall. "Honey?" He calls for you. You've barely managed to turn around once he comes through the bedroom door. His eyes meet your own and you can feel the whole room shift. The tension is thick enough to cut as he stands there, drinking your form in.

God, you love it when he looks at you like that.

The heat in your stomach curls into something needier, something stronger. You think for a second he can read your mind as Burt steps towards you, closing the gap. A hand reaches for your hip, and he pulls your body into his. He smells like cedar and bergamot, and it is intoxicating. The hip he has a hold on is seared, as if his touch is burning you from the inside out.

He leans forward, bending towards your neck. "I missed you, my love."

You can feel his breath against you, hot and labored. Small kisses are pressed along the column of your neck, which elicits a shaky sigh from your lips. Almost instinctively, your hands find themselves clutched to his nice button up.

"I missed you too, sweetheart", your words wobble, finding it difficult to keep the want out of your voice.

He squeezes where he's holding you, causing a sharp gasp to leave you. He knows exactly what he's doing, you can feel it off of him. Burt is as much of a gentleman as they come, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy watching you squirm a little.

"What's all this about?" He questions, bringing his other hand up to toy with the lace of the top. You thickly swallow, "It's a surprise for you".

Burt leans back upright so he can stare directly at you, a small smile etched into his features. "You said you liked me in pink..."

The words are replaced with an airy moan when he tugs gently at one of your already hard nipples through the lace, "I do like you in pink, angel. Especially like this." His voice reverberates into your bones, all the way down to the marrow of your frame.

"Daddy please... fuck- Please touch me", you whine, white knuckling his shirt. His eyes widen in surprise at the name before immediately being replaced by something darker. "Oh, baby doll, i'm going to take good, good, care of you", he replies.

In one swift motion he has you hoisted up around his waist like you weigh nothing. The bulge in his pants is pressing deliciously into your unclothed core, causing another whine to leave your mouth. Burt carries you across the room to the bed and gently sets you down, catching a glimpse of your bare cunt.

"Did my baby not put anything on under here for me?" Teasingly, he slowly drags two of his fingers over your already swollen lips, catching the wetness on his fingers. An unhinged moan echoes across the room as your head lolls to one side, mouth half open.

"I thought- Ah!" You're cut off by Burt making slow circles around your throbbing bud. "Keep talking, my love", he says with a loving smile. "I thought it would... Ah- Be easier... And you can... fuck me in the skirt", you finally manage to get out in between moans.

The calloused pads of his fingers know how to play you with precision, how to get any and every noise he wants to hear out of you. You know you sound pathetic, but he could listen to your symphony of moans all day.

Burt moves his hand away from your nub, and is met with a cry of protest from you. "Shhhh baby doll, everything's okay", he whispers, leaning down and giving you a gentle kiss.

His hand returns, this time with two fingers slowly pressing into your heat, while his thumb runs over your clit again in lazy circles. You let a high pitched moan out into his mouth, giving him the advantage to press his tongue into yours. His fingers pump into that sweet spot and you pull from his mouth.

"Oh my god, daddy... Please don't stop I'm so so so close, please," you whine, voice becoming increasingly higher in pitch. Burt's fingers become impossibly faster, letting the wet sounds fill the room along with your angelic voice.

Your hand grips his shoulder like your life depends on it, "I'm gonna cum, daddy, please let me cum, please". He ever so gently groans at the sight of you, "That's it, my love. Cum on daddy's fingers, just like that", he commands sweetly. With his approval voiced, your orgasm washes over you, hips involuntarily grinding down to meet his fingers. Burt continues to move his fingers until you twitch with overstimulation, pressing soft kisses to your neck.

His fingers leave you open, and still wanting more. "Daddy..." you whine out, gazing at him through your eyelashes. "What do you need, sweetheart?" He asks gently, bringing one hand to cup the side of your face. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm, before finishing. "I need you to fuck me", you bat your eyes at him innocently.

The heat in his eyes is still there, and you glance down long enough to see his cock is straining against his pants. Burt smiles at you before sitting you up enough to undo the ribbon clasp from the back of your top. Your breasts spill into his hands and he gently massages them. You softly moan at the contact, stomach blazing at his touch.

"I'm going to take care of you, angel. Don't worry", he whispers, leaning down to take one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth.

A groan escapes your mouth as the heat within you is reignited; a fire burning hot beneath the surface of your skin, begging to consume you. Burt moves to kiss your neck, and then your jaw - up, up, up until he places a soft and gentle kiss on your parted lips. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and you give yourself over to him in a quiet act of devotion.

Slowly, he hikes the already small skirt up to your hips, leaving you open completely. He pulls away from you to kneel before unbuckling his belt. The clinking of the metal pieces makes your entire body shiver from pure want. You watch his hands eagerly work on the button and zip of his pants until they eventually loosen around his waist, and then continue to stare, mouth salivating, waiting for him to undress further.

Burt chuckles a little at your expression, and the fact that you've been staring at him for so long. "Are you enjoying the show, pretty girl?"

The heat that floods your face is almost instantaneous, giving you enough of a reason to bring your arms to cover the blush. "J-just excited, that's all", you whisper.

You hear him shuffling beside you, but aren't brave enough to take a peek from the safety of your arms. The dip in the bed between your legs is enough to at least make you move the arm laying over your eyes. Burt sits between your legs, shirt unbuttoned, pants off, and the sight has an involuntary whine ripple through you.

He slowly pushes the head of his thick cock against your opening. "Are you alright, my love?"

You swallow the accumulated saliva in your mouth before responding. "Please more, daddy."

With that, he pushes forward, almost agonizingly slow, letting a groan echo through him. Your breath hitches at the delicious stretching, and your fingers dig into the rumpled blanket beneath you with every inch he pushes in. He stills, bottoming out completely, before pulling out slowly and pushing back in.

You swear fire is seeping through your skin. Somewhere along the lines of today you must have swallowed a live electrical wire without realizing. Your entire body crackles and burns beneath the skin, desire flowing through you like lava.

"Faster daddy, please", you cry. Burt simply smiles, eyes half lidded, before roughly snapping his hips to yours over and over again. Your back arches ever so slightly off the bed as a string of moans and whines pour from you.

Burt's hands roam across your glistening skin, squeezing and grabbing as he wants, and you let him. His left hand eventually settles on a hard grip into your hip, and his right grabs the back of your thigh, pushing it up so he can hit deeper.

He pounds into you fervently, like pleasing you is what he lives and breathes to do. "I'm going to cum again, daddy. Ohhhh my god, please don't stop", you beg.

A calloused finger rubs into your clit exactly how you like. "Just like that, angel. Just... like that", he coaxes.

Your orgasm ripples through you, forcing your eyes to roll backwards and rock against Burt's fast pace. Your cunt pulses around him, giving him enough friction to just about cum himself.

"Where does my baby doll want me?" He whispers. It takes all of three seconds for the words to register before you're wrapping your free leg around his waist.

"Inside, please daddy", you moan, still experiencing aftershocks from your own high.

You can see his eyes widen the smallest amount, before he pumps one, two, three times and stills. A low moan rumbles from him as he's spilling deep inside of you. He stays stuck like that, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape for another ten seconds. His hair is damp and sticking to his forehead in some places. The sight alone is almost enough to make you cum again.

He pulls away from you, chest rising and falling in quick succession while he tries to catch his breath. Finally, he opens his eyes and looks at you, spread beneath him, completely fucked out. He bends over you and kisses you with a gentleness that starkly contrasts your previous activities.

He shifts, pulling himself up off the bed before returning not even a minute later with a warm rag. The rag is gently pressed against your thighs and then your heat itself, working through all of your combined bodily fluids. Burt eventually moves and cleans himself, and then rolls back onto the bed with you.

"I love you, baby doll," he whispers, looking at you with such love and care it makes you want to cry.

"I love you too," you whisper back, a smile plastered to your face.

You both settle in together, him with his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you against his chest. The safety of Burt as a person makes you clutch onto him, and by no means is he letting go.

"What about a shower?" He asks, still in a whisper.

You nod. "A shower sounds good right about now", you punctuate with a laugh.

Burt laughs in response before getting up and taking hold of your hand, pulling you up out of bed. You stand a minute, staring at each other. The sun is just over the horizon, the rays leaking through the curtains to make his beautiful green eyes shine. One of your hands cups his cheek, which he gladly sinks into.

"I really, really, really do love you, y'know?" He smiles at you.

You return the smile and nod, "The crazy thing is, I also really love you."

You wrap your arms around his neck, and his find their way around your waist. Burt slowly sways you with him in a loving and caring embrace, then pulling away just enough to plant a soft kiss to your lips.

"Now about that shower..." He whispers

[spideycatt]

Pretty n' Pink || 42!M.M x BlackFem!Reader

Synopsis:

New school, new people, new relationships

Word Count: 1.8k (wow!)

Song Recs: Talk that Talk // TWICE, RUN2U // stayc, Big flirt // lil hero, Super Bass // Nicki Minaj, Into you // Ariana Grande

Warnings: Crude language, bullying (me projecting (≧◡≦)), Miles is an asshole for 1 second, BLACK reader, 80% angst 20% fluff

Not rlly warnings: Reader is small n chubby, making out, we’re gonna act like they don’t have to wear blazers all the time lol

Lmk if I missed something!!

A/N: I spent so long writing and editing it was insane. I've been writing since June 26 (*￣▽￣). Literally writing one day, rewriting the next, writing and rewriting, writing and rewriting. AND I'm still not sure if I'm fucking w/ the results... but I'ma still post it cuz mama aint raise no punk!!

Moving to a new school in the middle of the year is never easy for anyone. You cried while packing up, you cried on the ride to New York, you cried while unpacking, and cried on the way to your new school, Visions Academy. Saying you were scared was an understatement.. You only moved because your mom got a new job at some science place, but also because you were horribly bullied at your old school.

Everyone made fun of you for the way you dressed, pink hair-clips all over your colorful braids, hello kitty sweaters and fun makeup looks. You once wore some cute leg warmers to school, what happened to you that day made you vow to never wear them again.

You knew you wouldn't get made fun of every time you left the house, but man going to school made you want to cower in your house forever.

But alas, here you are putting your up hair with your favorite heart-shaped claw-clip. You sniffled lightly as you line your lips and put on your Fenty lip gloss. You wipe your tears away, careful not to mess up your lashes. Grabbing your light pink messenger bag, you sling it over your shoulder and walk out the front door, making your way to school.

The more you walk the faster your heart beats. You weren't as nervous as you were when you first moved here, but you were still feeling a little anxious as you walk onto school grounds. Sighing when you realize there was no time to set up your locker, you try to hype yourself up as make your way through the sea of students to get to your homeroom.

Luckily, the school required uniforms, so even if kids were to make fun of you it shouldn't be that bad. You only had some cute accessories here and there, and a white cardigan with hello kitty over your heart.

You weren't even halfway to the class when someone bumped into your shoulder, causing you to drop all the books you held in your hands. You take a deep breath looking at whoever this boy was, trying to calm yourself down.

'It's ok, it was probably just an accident. You're fine.'

"Watch it, pinkie pie!" He yelled behind him as he walked away, laughing with his goons following behind him. So much for an accident.

'"Wow, how original." You spoke to yourself, trying to ignore all the stares you were getting as you picked your stuff up.

You rush to your class, already wishing the school day was over. And just your luck, the bell rang signaling you were late.

You made it to class a few seconds later, drawing everyone's attention to you. You walk over to the teacher's desk with your head pointed down, speaking softly.

"Hi, I'm y/n I just transferred."

The teacher looked at you uninterestedly, before speaking loudly.

"Class, this is y/n from, Georgia? Was it? Doesn't matter, she needs time to adjust, so everyone be nice to the poor girl. You can go sit next to..." She trailed off, looking around for a place to seat you.

"Sit next to Miles. Miles raise your hand."

You looked up to see a boy with two long braids raise his hand in the back of the class, honestly looking quite bored. You nod as you scurry to the empty seat next to him, taking out a piece of paper and your favorite gel pen. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Miles staring at you.

"What?" You whisper at him, trying not to draw more attention to yourself.

He blinks at you. "You the girl who dropped her books earlier?"

"Does it happen a lot or something?" You scoff at him, drawing cute little doodles to match the lesson title.

"Nah, I guess that was a dumb question." He replied, looking forward.

"Why do you ask anyway? Trying to rub salt in the wound?" You argue, looking at your hello kitty-themed nails.

"Miles, y/n. Please." Your teacher interrupted, making the class snicker.

You hide your face in your hands, silently groaning before Miles slid a note your way.

'Sit with me at lunch?'

You glared at the paper, crumbling at and putting it to the side, giving your full attention to the lesson.

You made it through your first few weeks without any more bumps, and it was now a new month. Miles had become your only sorta-friend at this school, which you were grateful for. The boy was nice to you, unlike everyone else, who give you strange stares and whisper about you like you aren't there.

The calming melody of Apple Cider by Beabadoobee played softly in your headphones as you grab your lunch tray. Thanking the lunch lady before turning around to look for where you should sit today, you suddenly remember Miles had asked you to sit with him on your first day, in which you never did.

You start walking around, subtly looking around the cafeteria for the tall boy with long braids. You spot him quickly, watching him roll his eyes at something the boy in front of him said. Strolling to where he was, you bite back a smile when he turns around and notices you.

"What brings you over here, hm?." He smirked, standing up as you approach the table. You try to ignore how he towers over you.

"Well, I have nowhere else to sit." You shrug, looking at his friends who watch quietly. "Uh, hi.." You wave awkwardly, looking back up at Miles who smirked softly at you.

"You shy, chiquita?"

"Shut up."

His friends laugh, making you swallow thickly. 'Are they laughing at me?'

"Yo, pinkie!"

Someone shouted from the table, chuckling as you look up with fear in your eyes.

"Remember me you little cunt?"

It was the boy from your first day. You look up at Miles, silently pleading him to help you, and of course, he stayed quiet.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." You hear from beside Miles, the boy looked down at you with an angry expression. You didn't even realize he walked up to you.

"S-sorry." You whispered, looking at your pink converses.

"Yea you better be fucking sorry you fat freak." He said, pushing you into the ground, resulting in your lunch landing all over the floor. You try to stop the tears as everyone gasps and goes silent.

"Dude, chill." Miles finally speaks up.

You shake your head, "No Miles, it's fine. Have a good lunch." You say with a slight whimper to your voice, standing up to leave the cafeteria.

You sob, looking for somewhere to cool down, ignoring Miles calling your name.

"Pinkie! Wait!"

You steps falter, flinching at the nickname. You sigh deeply, wiping the tears off your face.

"What do you want, Miles."

"I'm sorry about him, he's been an asshole since like, 2nd grade." He huffed out, slowing down as he caught up to you.

You hummed.

"But you just sat there, so what does that make you?"

His silence answered for you.

"Right. This sucks, honestly, I thought we could've worked out." You say, walking off with a lump in your throat.

You kind of expected him to say something more, you don't know why, but you did. But all you were met with was silence.

You gasped as you feel Miles grab your hand and drag you into an empty classroom.

He closed the door harshly behind you guys, breathing heavy as he looked at your tear streaked face.

"What are you doing Miles— WOAh-" You stutter out as he hoists you up, putting your back against the door so you could be eye-level with him.

"Forgive me pretty girl.." He breathed out, rubbing your plush thighs with his thumbs.

"Miles, put me down."

"Nah ma I don't think I will."

"How... how do I know you won't hurt me..?" You whisper sadly, feeling the waterworks coming again.

"Trust me, I won't, baby." He moved to wipe away the tear that's fallen on your soft cheek, before moving in to lock lips with you.

You wanted to move away, you really did. But you trusted him for some reason, kissing back. The kiss got heated fast, you lock your legs together behind Miles as he pins you harder against the door, gripping your thighs harshly as he pulls away to speak.

"Let me treat you right, ma. Please. I'll take you out, I'll buy you anything you want. Let me protect you." He breathed out against your neck, making you sigh. You nod your head. Bringing his head up to connect lips again.

You sigh into his mouth as your tongues slide over one another, gripping onto his broad shoulders to keep yourself grounded. He turns around to place you on a desk. Hands roaming everywhere as he took your sweater off your body and unbutton your shirt a little to mouth at your collarbones. You let out a quiet noise as he moves back up to your lips, pushing you to lay on your back.

He caught both your wrists and wrapped one of his hands around them, pushing them onto your chest as his tongue seemed to move even deeper into your mouth. Man he was a good kisser.

You seperate with a string of saliva connecting your plump lips to his when the bell to go back to class rings. "Miles, lets go." You said as he places his head into your cleavage, sighing disappointedly at the fact that you guys had to go back to class.

He ended up buttoning up your shirt for you. Glancing at you every now and then to look at your swollen lips, smiling as he helped you off the desk and walked you to class.

You make it through the rest of the school day, smiling softly to yourself whenever you think of your heated moment with Miles.

You had Miles' hoodie on due to a giant stain on the side of your favorite sweater, playing with the strings as you write down some notes into your binder.

Everyone stared at you but you found yourself not caring anymore. Maybe you made the right choice.

You didn't expect to go to this new school and acquire a bodyguard for a boyfriend but here you were weeks later walking out of campus with Miles trailing behind you. You could've sworn you saw that one boy glaring at you from afar, but honestly, as long as Miles was with you there wasn't a problem.

"Hold on baby." Your boyfriend stopped you, kneeling on the ground to tie your shoelaces and fix your leg warmers. Honestly this was a whole new experience for you, never having this affection given to you by someone outside your family.

Miles pressed a kiss on your thigh as he finishes tying your shoes, standing up to fix the ribbon on your ponytail.

"Miles, you're acting like a mom right now." You say giggling, looking up at your boyfriend with heart eyes.

"Gotta make sure my baby lookin good." He replied quickly, leaning down to kiss your cheek. He pulled "C'mon, I saw a nice jean skirt I wanna see you in."

[alvie2alive]

PANS: As Told By the First Lines of My Journal Entries - an original poem

Some context: I've had PANS (Pediatric Acute-Onset Neuropsychiatric Syndrome) since 2015, but was only diagnosed in 2023. I've been journaling since 2014, when I was 7/8, and I still journal now. I developed PANS after getting Lyme disease in 2015, and then it had a whole second rebound in early 2020 after getting Strep.

Each line is the first line of a different journal entry, in mainly chronological order.

Here's a review of my day. Today is SPARKLY! I've been feeling really bad for the past four to five days now. I'm not sure when or if I'll feel better.

Today I'm seeing what other girls aren't supposed to be seeing. And I'm kind of obsessed with perfect and even numbers. Today was almost THE WORST DAY EVER.

There's so many things I want to say, but I can't. Today was meh. Happy Valentine's Day! I have strep throat. Today was pretty good, other than waking up to a thunderstorm at 5:45a.m.

I woke up today and I was depressed. So I quit gymnastics. Today's been pretty good. So I found a band called Mayday Parade. Yes, I know it's really late, or early, I guess. Yes, I'm actually writing this sometime other than nighttime!

Hey! I still don't feel that good. I don't feel good. Hey! I'm scared. Hey. I don't feel good.

I'm so sorry I haven't written in so long! So... a lot happened. Hey. I didn't sleep again last night. Today is the last day of classes for the week. I haven't been feeling that good lately.

Don't really know what to write. I'm so tired. I don't really know what to say... I'm so tired.

I'm really tired. I went to therapy tomorrow. I don't know what's going on. My head hurts.

Someday I'll look at the sky and see color again. You know what's sad? It's about my feelings of being trapped here. It's weird to think that I don't know what normal is. I can feel myself going insane. Black figure at end of hallway by bathroom.

I slept well last night. I wanna go home so fucking bad. I should be getting out soon. Bored. Hey. I hate my life. I need to run.

It's been a while. I still feel bad. Letter to the sky: Hey.

I feel so guilty. I'm so tired of not being treated like a human being. I ended up having the best day today after all! Today wasn't super eventful.

Hi!! I feel so horrible. I was really anxious at school today, just the whole time. I hate myself. I'm nervous. Holy shit. There's this dream I have. I had such an amazing day yesterday, nothing happened, so why am I so depressed?

I feel like I'm going insane. I hate myself. I am okay. I stayed home from school today because I was too tired to go. I skipped 7th period today. I showered and brushed my teeth.

Last day of school!! One more thing. I feel like I'm going insane. Why can't I feel anything? I think I've slept maybe 3 hours last night. Alright.

I wish I could be a gas. It's not even noon yet and I'm already sore and tired. God, what am I doing? I'm crying.

The new doctor that we found in Washington only sees patients under 16. What are we even fighting for anymore? It feels like I'm being weighed down by a thousand rocks.

I'm not going down without a fight. I feel like I'm just some hopeless disabled kid trying to be something I'm not. I'm scared. It's weird. I'm scared.

I feel like I always blend into the background. I feel really horrible right now. I don't want to be calm. I feel like shit. Why is nothing I do ever good enough? Everything's wrong. I'm getting tired of pretending. I don't know why I can't just get out of bed.

Alright.

The walk yesterday went well. How do people go in public like it's nothing? I feel so confused today. Things are so fuzzy. I feel not here.

Hey! Bad news. I still haven't left. I want to unrealize this. I had an AMAZING night. My brain is so scattered, and my memory sometimes just randomly lapses. I had an amazing day! I hate that I want to go home.

I'm not okay. My arms hurt so bad from the blood draw yesterday. I had therapy today.

I had a weird day today. I've been feeling weird all day. I feel so weird.

I spent most of the day biking around town. I stayed home sick today. Things I Love: I'm so burnt out. I feel so alone. I love the sky so much.

I'm upset. I stayed home. I just felt like writing this in pink. Oh, I also got my Letterman jacket yesterday! I cried today.

New journal!! I'm so bored, so you're getting more music stuff! I finally figured out what to put on my grad cap! School went fine today. Things are rough. I stayed home sick yesterday.

Graduation day!! So, a lot happened. I'm feeling a lot better today! Hey. I don't like it here. So that was horrible. This is so fucked.

Reasons to stay alive: Things have been hard recently. Today has been... a lot. Today kinda sucked. Today kinda sucked.

I went to the walk-in today. I feel so lonely. Today kinda sucked.

Not much to write about today. I'm so tired, but I'm afraid to sleep.

Hi! I feel so empty. I think I'm uncomfortable being human. I don't even know where to start or how to describe how I'm feeling. I had a dream. I feel awful. Nevermind.

I'm not writing in here as much anymore. I'm so dissociated and I can't get out of it.

I got back from the doctor's about an hour and 15 mins ago, and I have so many papers. I just want to be healthy. I'm so fucking done. But I'll be okay. I hate this. Just... everything is so hopeless. Sometimes it's like my younger self is hurting and not me. How did I end up like this?

I have been awake for 3 days. I feel like I'm losing my mind. Sometimes it's easy. I can't do this anymore.

I prayed last night. I hate myself. I love putting smiles on people's faces. I just want to feel fine for one day. I love being here for people. Everything's wrong.

Once again, I'm awake in the middle of the night, scared. I'm sad. What the fuck. I have no idea how to start this off, this is me attempting to explain how I feel right now, and probably failing. I think the only reason I'm alive is because of hope.

"To Whom It May Concern: I have been treating Alvie since mid-September 2023." I want to go into a coma and wake up when I'm better. I want to slip into a coma and wake up when I'm better.

I didn't recognize myself in the mirror today, either. I want to be healthy. How the actual fuck was this past week even real.

I haven't been feeling good for the past 3 days. I had a bit of a cold, or allergies, or something today. I'm still out of it. Life is getting unbearable right now. I feel so heavy. I am not doing well. I'm so tired of being sick. It's been a week.

Why can't I just be okay?

[m00nlitphotography]

``This is working... Right? ``

``I don't think I've ever used a phone before. You are far more... Intricate. Than my Camera. ``

<3 Character Info - > Nicoretto Mercier, goes by Any pronouns but the preference is They/them. > Amateur Photographer > Late Twenties [28] > [5'6] > [They were originally a character I made to play Block tales as, them being thrown into Forsaken was a whim decision of mine] > Survivor, though more unaware of where he is than anything else. > Expressive, very much unable to keep a poker face to save his life.

> Important posts or things like that < v Nico's reference sheet and info about the trio!, eventually i'll put Comet and Reveries reference sheets on my main since they dont actively appear on this blog

https://www.tumblr.com/m00nlitphotography/778291584340049920/headcanons?source=share

<My Info!>

[ HIII HELLO, this is my first ask blog (on my own, I cant get into my other one now) and my main account is @m0nochromat1c ! I don't usually color like this, it's something i wanted to do specifically for this rp account! ] I'm not entirely sure how to run a rp account, and I'm definitely scared to be doing this but oh well. >The blog owner is an adult (18, and in college), but I talk my classes online so im usually online and doing things. > Blog owner is also an anxious person, so while i get really excited over seeing things, theres a low chance i'll start an interaction because of that. (though i have been running around on anon, in character has a bit of red in it or mentions of photography) > OOC posts of mine will be in either blue or purple, while in character posts will be in red, with an exception to mentions of Hatred, in those cases Nico's speech will be blue. actions will be in brackets like [this] > Anyone in free to interact, I encourage it even since this is my first time running something like this on my own, Pleasee feel free to tag or send asks in character if you're another ask blog and willing to interact! > In the same vein, I'm ok with ship interactions, though i don't expect that since my account isn't a canonical character, I also don't mind flirty interactions, Nothing further than suggestive though. >I really like interacting with people, and I'm a little accustomed to doing full drawings for asks, sometimes they'll be sketches this time around though so I don't burn myself out. > I'll be making a separate post with Nico's reference, as I was a little too excited to get this post out there. > I didn't think to add this at 3 am but, Some of my posts will be tagged as just Block tales or just forsaken depending on what questions being asked. my out of character tag will likely be something silly like [Cres' wordvomit] or of the like THANK YOU AND GOODBYEEE

ADDED ON, BUT, TAGS GOT THEIR OWN SECTION NOW - ''Let me take a photo if thats all right" - in character; for most interactions "Cres' word vomit" - mod posts "Have we met before?" - interactions w/ block tale blogs or reoccuring anons / blogs "Can we hangout soon?" - @asweetnessoverload specific tag "I met you in a dream" - Reverie event posts! "You.. really like space dont you." - Comet event posts !!! so on so forth as i think of things

[asksidon]

Okok so let’s say that his SO has had a bad day. It is either a bad day at work, issues with friends, or whatever it is for sure is causing them to be in such a bad mood that they snap at Sidon over every minor inconvenience. What would Sidon do to: 1. Get their SO to talk about what is making them anxious, and 2. To make them feel better and relieve some stress.

The plan was to go shield surfing on a big hill a ways out from the Domain. You know Sidon suggested it to get your mind off your stress, but you halfheartedly agreed to go.

Sidon is already carrying both of your shields, while you carry a small backpack with a few things in it - water, elixir, snacks, and a few books just in case you camp out for a while as you tend to do when Sidon is itching to get away. He tried to carry the bag, too, but you wouldn't let him. You swerve away when he moves to try and take it from you. "I've got it," you say more harshly than you meant to.

And so it goes on for the rest of the hike to your destination. After the third time (a branch that tripped you up, causing you to snap at him again when he asked if you were okay), you can tell he is trying hard to hold his tongue. You take a deep breath but say nothing. The closer you wish you could be to him, the farther away you feel. And you don't know how to fix it.

"Maybe it would have been better if we stayed back in the Domain," you say quietly. "I have a lot of things I need to do."

"Not much farther to go," he assures you. "But if you really want to head back, I suppose we can." You can tell by his voice that he is holding back from something. Frustration? Sadness? Probably both. You don't say anything.

"Come." He changes direction for a small plain where you can take the shade under a tree for a while. "I feel like a rest," he says, but you have a feeling he's doing this for your benefit. He would deny it if you challenged him, so all you can do is follow.

You throw your bag down and grudgingly sit on the grass. Sidon pretends not to notice and examines a patch of small purple flowers peeking out of the green. He plucks one and offers it to you. You feel your stubborn exterior crumbling as he begins digging through the bag for the snacks. "Snacks fix anything," he once said, but he is silent now. He seems to understand that maybe you don't want to be fixed. And somehow, that makes you feel better.

As you spin the stem of the small flower in your fingers, the guilt comes. Aside from an occasional sigh, he has not given much indication of his own feelings. But then, he rarely does, even with you. That bothers you sometimes. "I'm sorry," you say. "I know I'm not much company lately."

He pulls an apple from the bag but only looks at it. He sets everything aside as he looks at you. "I don't expect you to entertain me, Y/N. I am an adult . . . most of the time." He smiles. "I can keep myself busy and generally require no supervision. If you ever don't feel like doing something that I suggest, you only have to tell me."

His eyes sparkle as the humor returns to them. You want to joke about the lack of supervision, but you're not quite ready yet. You do find, however, that you feel ready to tell him what's been bothering you. You start from the beginning, tell him everything, and he goes quiet while he listens.

“I know I should have told you all of this earlier,” you finish. “I don’t know why I didn’t. I guess it’s hard to think about. But I’m thinking about it anyway.” You realize you’re rambling and stop, and he places his hand over your own.

“Do you want to go home?” he asks you, but you shake your head. Not because you worry about disappointing him, but after all, you’ve realized you’d rather spend the day with him than be cooped up on your own.

“I’m ready to surf. And I think you do need some supervision,” you tease. “Remember, you ran into that tree last time and stirred up a Bokoblin camp while you were at it.”

He chuckles at the memory, his cheeks coloring faintly. “I had hoped never to be reminded again. Not one of my finer moments.”

“It was adorable, once I was sure you were okay, and after we made quick work of our assailants.” You grin as you stand and pick up your backpack, tucking the tiny flower into one of the pockets. “Let’s go!”

[coffee-writesthings]

I may or may not have been feeling inspired-- might try to expand it into a proper fic later but this is more of a refined-ish idea dump. A fic of a fic (Taking Running Blind by @thetriggeredhappy and having a similar plot with different main characters. Congrats, your peer pressure worked! :))

Summary: Spy is blinded, and after an earnest attempt to hide it, Engineer and Sniper notice (not crossteam btw, tho that would be another cool angle). They try to help him as best they can. (It's those 3 being shipped together, since I have trio relationships on my mind lately cus i read this rly good book with one in it it's called Iron Widow you should go read it rn)

At the moment it's more like an organized-ish infodump that I might turn into a proper fic at some point

Okay so Spy going blind, I think he would still be able to see light but nothing else. It'd happen because of some sort of injury that Respawn couldn't cover for some reason and that leads to Medic and Engineer getting anxious as all hell about Respawn. Medic would make Engineer take breaks, and it's during these breaks that he is trying to help Spy deal with day-to-day stuff.

I think the first to notice would've been Sniper, honestly. Looking through a scope it's not hard to assume that his sorta-friend is struggling with backstabs for a reason he can't place. What's going on with the Spook?

It gets even more obvious when Spy's knife lands, not into someone's spine, but their shoulder. it still does damage, but it's not a backstab. he's killed immediately by Pyro who was nearby and he's still blind. He thought maybe respawn would fix it but no nothing was fixed. Fuck.

Since he can only perceive light, he has to hide out for the rest of the match, using his Cloak and Dagger to remain alive and make an excuse as to why he wasn't seen on the field. I think he would hide out with Sniper, trying his damndest to not give the game away.

It's in this next half-hour that he starts getting used to how loud everything else is, without the visual clutter to distract him. For some reason he hears the other team's Heavy nearby, and it tips him off that that's actually the other Spy, using a new tactic.

The knife sinks into Sniper's back easily, but he never expected the second spy (our pov spy) to pin him down and start stabbing wildly, finishing him off with a carefully aimed gunshot before returning to the shadows.

Once the match is over, he makes his way back to the base, using the light and large colored arrows he can process as a guide. All of this is under the guise of his cloak, so nobody notices.

Or, at least that was the plan. He manages to fall into the Engineer, knocking both of them over.

"Spy what the hell are you trying to pull?"

"That's not your business." is the lousy attempt at a coverup he gives. If he knew the only way he could tell who he was talking to was by the sound of his voice... that would be bad for him.

"Then get off me, will ya?"

He does so without making eye contact, he couldn't imagine what his eyes looked like at the moment but it couldn't be good (they probs look normal, if the research i've done is correct)

There isn't another battle for two weeks, so during that time he rests up and figures out some very basic echolocation so he can make his way around the base. it's better, in his mind, to look competent than it is to be hidden. So long as nobody can tell he has a problem, that's fine by him.

~~~

Engineer and Sniper get to talking, and find they both think something's up.

"You think his sight's gotten worse?"

"I can only tell ya what I saw mate, and I saw him swinging blindly. You've seen how his stabs usually are, they're point-perfect on that specific spot on everybody's spines! Just doesn't make any sense."

"He did trip over me... Kinda thought it was some short joke but, now that'cha bring it up, it's kinda suspicious."

"He'd never want us to notice."

Engie snorts, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he'd rather die than admit he needs help."

"What do we do then?"

"We help him, whether he admits he needs it or not."

~~~

The first way they try to help him is subtle, reaaaaal subtle. Sniper asks to take him on a walk, holds his hand and tries to talk to him about that day's battle-- he's a bit blunt but he's got the spirit. Spy complains some, but doesn't really say anything substantial. He's actually surprisingly good at not getting off-track (i've been doing things with my eyes closed as an experiment and your steps can legit get wobbly), using sniper's voice as an anchor of sorts

~~~

Engineer takes the next attempt at getting him to open up, just sort of chilling together though. It's a normal thing they do every couple of weeks to de-stress after battles. Today he thought that it would be nice to watch a tv show together, and it's some history thing idk. He describes some of the images to him, which makes Spy feel a mix of thankful and scared about-- Did he notice something? And he confronts Engie on it, asking what's going on?

"It's been both you and Sniper, what do you think happened?"

"There's no think to it. He pointed it out to me-- you botched a buncha backstabs and it looked like somethin' happened.

"This stays between the two of you and me..." he proceeds to explain what he knows about what happened. He does admit that he is, in fact, blind. He explains that he can perceive changes in light but nothing else. "It's... something like closing your eyes, permanently."

Engie is conflicted, having very little of an idea how to care for someone having vision in a state like that. He's especially not sure what to do in terms of telling Medic for instance (since respawn didn't fix it like expected)

~~~

Still though, he tells Sniper about it after staying up all night doing research on like a million specifics about vision loss (causes, treatment, what to do if it can't be fixed, etc etc)

"Huh, so what can we do right now?"

"He's gonna be real concerned about visibility, so honestly our best bet might be teaching him echolocation."

"You're kidding me!" he lets out a wheeze of a laugh, "Spy, echolocating? Yeah right. By the way when was the last time you slept?"

Engineer responds, "uh, yesterday."

Sniper proceeds to herd him into bed like a border collie, doing everything up to and including a brief attempt to pick him up over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. Engineer blushes, maybe makes some joke about being a princess

~~~

So anyway they teach Spy how to echolocate (Sniper does, specifically, since he just forced Engineer to get some sleep).

Spy: 'this is a joke, right?"

Sniper: "do you want to do this without help or not? I don't see you being willing to get a white cane" (note: it's super good actually for figuring out ur surroundings and materials, i didn't think it would be as good as it looks but the way it works sounds really damn useful)

Over the next hour or so they do echolocation together, starting with simpler sets of noises (snapping, clicking of tongue, things like that) and then just walking and talking around the base. After a little bit, Spy is able to get a general idea (hehe i misstyped that at first to be gender. Spy is certainly able to get a gender alright) a general idea of the layout of the base. He can't really figure out the rooms without touch and counting the individual doors, and stairs are his worst enemy, but he can do the base mostly.

~~~

The next day is a CTF battle (completely spontaneous for some unknown reason) and Spy hangs out with the intel with Engineer (yknow what fuck it i'm being fancy this isn't 2fort it's Landfall, the foresty one), hoping that the administrator will just think he's having a bad day. They chat while Engie builds and tinkers, about all manner of things. Probably more about what Engie found and remembered in his research.

~~~

Anyway I've been sitting on this a few days, felt like sharing a collection of vibes which may someday be expanded. Btw writing this actually inspired me to take a different direction in an original work lol, I might try to share some of that in the future when I have proper snippets to share

[beetlesau]

SoulBox

CHAPTER 5, THIS IS IT THE LAST CHAPTER

I'm wrapping this up because I just don't have the steam to make a cohesive story anymore lol. I thought I'd have one more chapter but then I crammed it all into this one, oops.

I'm sorry if you wanted to be tagged still it's just been so long since an update I feel anxious about it.

It's time we meet.

You unwrapped a crisp little note that rattled your Soulbox,

Actually this time. No distractions, nothing getting in the way. I'm starting to feel way in over my head about this lately and I've never felt that way about shit before. You deserve the truth. I don't even know if you'll like me for who I am. It doesn't feel right to not tell you everything. 

You read the note a few times over to yourself. It was so... perplexing. Up until this point, you'd thought he had just been busy, but now you realized he was avoiding you for a reason. The anxiety you felt was enough to call in a personal day at work. You lay on your couch, wads of crinkled papers thrown around the room. You had no idea how to respond. You wanted to meet, but after obsessing over these cryptic words, what did he mean he's not who you think? Who is he? Is he a villain? Is he even in the hero profession at all? 

Why, oh why, did none of those options.... matter, to you?

Your anxiety was centered around why none of this seemed like a big deal to you. But, it was a big deal? And you should be anxious that your soulmate has a deal-breaking secret to tell you, but you aren't. Which is just making you anxious for all the wrong reasons. 

... you felt bad for... not .. feeling bad. 

You were pacing yourself sick when the buzzer to your apartment rang. It startled you enough you nervously approached the speaker by your door. What if it was him? What if he had found you somehow? What if now was the time? What if-- The buzzer rang again, more feverish and unending now. 

"Hello!?" you all but screamed to whoever was ringing your apartment's number. 

"What the hell are you doing? Why the hell aren't you at work dumbass?" a familiar voice growled through to you.

"Oh! Bakugo... I... I'm uh, I'm just not feeling well. I think... I have a cold!"

"... Bullshit. You've never been sick a day in your life, your quirk won't allow it."

How did he... never mind, there were probably plenty of people who could figure that fun fact out about you, not just Midoriya the hero-obsessed wonder.

"Ah, uh, that's not, true. Um, see I think it must be a new strand. Yeah, I can't seem to even use my quirk to get rid of it I'm so sick. *Cough Cough* ah, yeah see? So you'd better just leave, I can't have you coming up and getting si--"

You nearly jumped out of your skin as there was a pounding at your door. You checked the peek hole and saw it was none other than Bakugo, scowling into the lens.

"Son of a. WHO let you in the building!?" you screeched, turning to the mess that was your apartment. You scrambled to pick up loose notes, wadded papers, and an occasional tissue when your thoughts went to the worst possible meaning behind the sudden soul-sent message. 

"Turns out the doorman is a huge fan of Dynamite. What the FUCK are you doing and why have you not opened this door yet, huh?" he grumbled. "I'll break it down, you know I will." You could hear the agitation in his voice.

"NO! ugh, just give me a second would you!? I told the office I was taking a personal day, I didn't know I also had to tell you too!"

You march back to the door and yank it open, "Remind me to look for apartments with better security--what? What are these?" Your eyes caught the tufts of color lowered by his side.

"What the hell do they look like, Smokey, they're flowers." he pushed them to your chest before inviting himself in. 

"I...? Thank you. Why?"

He didn't answer, he just looked at you like you were the crazy one for even asking. 

"Okay. Anyway, I'm sorry, is there something I can help you with? I took the day off for a reason you know?"

"What reason?" he quipped.

"It's just one day, Bakugo. I'm just having a personal crisis I guess. My soulmate wants to try and meet up again."

"So? Isn't that what you wanted?" his face unreadable, he made his way uninvited to your couch. 

"Make yourself at home, I guess?" Shifting into host mode you pulled bottled water from your fridge and offered it up to your new houseguest. "Well yeah, but the way the note was-- wait how do you know where I live?"

"Wow, distracted much? Your dumbass friend from work, Karen or whatever the fuck told Kirishima and I heard so here I am."

"Kirishima asked where I lived. Why? Wait who? Who's Karen? I'm totally lost."

"Jesus, the secretary lady, I don't know her name I thought it was Karen. WHO CARES. You focus on the dumbest shit, I swear."

"It's not dumb, it's completely valid! But, FINE. WHY DID KIRISHIMA, need to get my address from Sahrin, the secretary!?!" you raise your voice to the absolute bafoon sitting in front of you.

"He heard you were sick and wanted to have a card signed by the office and sent over to you, shitty woman!"

"I'M NOT SICK, HOW DID HE EVEN GET THAT IDEA??"

"OBVIOUSLY FROM ME, IDIOT? I JUST KNEW SHE WASN'T GOING TO GIVE ME THE ADDRESS BECAUSE SHE'S AN ASSHOLE!"

"So you're telling me, you got Kiri to think I was sick, planted the idea that I needed a get well card sent over to me, so you hid within earshot while he probably flirted to get my address out of the secretary, "tHe AsSHolE" Sahrin NOT Karen, and then took it upon yourself to come to my apartment and harass me on my day off, right?"

"I didn't fuckin' hide. I could have got it myself if I wanted, I just didn't wanna flirt with some extra." he huffed. 

"Okay, Bakugo. Well?"

"Well what, hag!?"

"... where's my get well soon card!?" You held out your hand, only for it to get harshly swatted away by the blonde. 

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? GET SERIOUS."

"Oh wait, so that's what the flowers were for! Everyone thinks I'm sick?"

Bakugo's face blanked a moment, his mouth moving without speaking before his words finally caught up.

"Sure. Anyway, how is your dumbass soulmate causing you to take a personal day off work?" his face was heavy with stress, even with him trying to hide it you could see.

"Right. I dunno. I know it's so stupid--"

"I didn't say it was stupid. I just want a real answer."

"I'll get there! I just, he wants to meet again and the things he said in his note just... didn't sit right with me." You slouched into the couch trying to collect all your various free-floating thoughts.

"First he tells me he's been busy lately. So we haven't messaged a lot, which is fine. But, he's been ... acting differently whenever we do."

"Different? How?" Bakugo leaned in close, his expression told you this conversation had his full attention. It made you feel... wrong. This was the kind of thing you should tell a close friend, not some coworker you started having a crush on. It felt like cheating. 

A what-- you turned your eyes away from his burning red one. A bit of a slap to the face that something very obvious had only just now been realized by you. 

"I- I-" you stammered, Your thought process seemed to have come to a halt on the outside but on the inside, you couldn't stop the flow of information that was coming from this new discovery. 

You hesitated to meet your soulmate now, after minimal contact these past weeks. Why? Because you had someone else to occupy your thoughts now? Was that fair? Was that even right?

Did you stay home out of fear?

Fear that your soulmate wanted to reject you, no it would seem not.

Fear that you would go to work and see someone that didn't make you feel all that bad about that possibility, maybe.

And then what? Bakugo has a soulmate, and from what little he's told you about them, the way he's told you, they might as well be the Sun compared to you. 

"I'm sorry. I don't know." You glared hard at nothing in particular. "No, that's not true. It's been me. I've been different." You wrung your hands from the anxiety. Your thoughts and feelings were unfolding before you in real time, not exactly in the way you were used to. 

"You?" Bakugo inched closer to your face, something anyone else wouldn't think twice about being that it was a minuscule distance, but at this moment you were hyperaware of every little thing about him. The way his eyes searched your face for more answers. Answers you didn't want to give. 

"Yeah. What if I don't... what if it turns out I don't want him to... I've spent my life, believing in him as my one true Soulmate. I know that the world has so many possibilities for us, that there's never just One option. One outcome. But he was my first. And as a child, I banked so hard on fairytales and true love. I was so stubborn I didn't think about ever moving on just because he wouldn't speak to me. And that obsession with him being the one grew because of all the hard work I put into loving him and making him love me."

"But now you don't feel the same?"

"I love him. I do. Or I know I'm supposed to. I know that I will. Because he's my soulmate. I just thought..... I thought he would be the only one I loved." you confessed. Suddenly overwhelmed you stood. "I think you should leave." Your heart tremored at what you needed to do. There was no way you could keep going down this path, you could see no light at the end of it. Even if your soulmate had something horrid to tell you there was no use leaning on Bakugo for any of it. You wouldn't dream of chasing something forbidden as another person's soulmate

He stood without argument or snark as he normally would and silently headed towards the door. He seemed to understand what you were going through, having gone through the same quite recently himself. 

"I'm sorry. That I did this. This isn't how I wanted things to go, and I never meant to confuse you. I want you to know that all of this has been very real for me. I'm sorry for not being who I should have been from the start, instead of being an asshole. But I promise you, things can be fixed now." he left quietly, and the air was thick with unspoken words. 

You took your Soulbox and moved to the counter. You couldn't wait or hesitate any longer. There was no reason to stall, no reason to overthink it. You quickly jotted down your reply to your waiting soulmate. 

Then let's meet, Soulmate.

Let's meet at this park outside of this cafe, here.

The letter came shortly after you'd sent yours. It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes after Bakugo had left. It was a park not far from where you'd had lunch with him so many days ago. 

Alright, when?

Now.

Your heart skipped a beat. Now? But you were... well... you weren't busy. But they didn't know that. Maybe you could come up with an excuse... Why were you so nervous? This was what you'd wanted your entire life but the butterflies in your stomach were overwhelming you. 

I know you're free today, don't bother trying to get out of it. 

You read the message that followed, your heart vibrated so hard you were sure it could activate your quirk and leave you. How? How did they know? Oh god. You felt yourself so desperate now. You needed to know. 

I'm on my way. 

Know that I love you. 

You stared at the message, unsure of your feelings. You mindlessly held on to this note as you gathered your purse and locked your apartment door behind you. 

You decided to walk, it wasn't far. You needed time to gather your thoughts and your courage for the meeting. When you arrived, however, you were met with a familiar face unexpectedly. 

"Hey! Kirishima, what are you doing here?" you paused on the idea that he was your soulmate, but it was quickly cast from your mind when he jumped straight to the point. 

"Did you know that Katsuki never had a Soulbox? He still doesn't." he smiled at you like you'd been in the middle of a perfectly normal conversation. 

"What?"

"Yeah, he used to just stuff letters into the front pouch of his backpack in UA." Kirishima's sharp teeth grinned in fondness at his memories. "One day me and some of our friends were curious so we took it when he wasn't looking, and we found a letter form his Soulmate, that was how we found out."

"Oh. That's... funny. Why are you- Why tell me this?"

He ignored you in favor of telling another story. 

"So a few years before you came to UA, you remember on the news that he'd been kidnapped and all that? Then we started staying in dorms on campus. Everyone wanted to know what his room looked like because he wouldn't let us in. Anyway, we told him we wanted to study and we all agreed we should do it in his room. He let us, thinking we were actually going to study. The jokes on him cause we all barely passed our classes either way. But yeah, so Mina saw a keychain hanging on the bed's headrest. It was some AllMight holiday edition I think? I don't remember. But, not the point. So we grilled him and he told us it was the first thing his soulmate ever sent to him, funny right?"

"Funny." Your heart was in your throat now. You could feel tears threatening at the corner of your eyes. You needed to hear more but needed silence all at once. It was so much to take in. There was no reason for him to be telling any of this to you. This strangely similar parallel story that you feel like you lived in some way. 

"And do you know what the first thing he ever sent to his soulmate was?" Kirishima asked you gently.

You instinctually reached for the locket that lay around your neck, realizing you were still holding the note you'd carried with you to the park. 

"What was it?" you whispered so softly you didn't think he'd heard your question. But he didn't need to, it wasn't for him. 

"It was a shitty gum wrapper." a familiar gruff voice spoke behind you. 

You spun so fast on your heels that you'd lost balance enough to fall into this voice. 

"Please." your tears fell freely now. "Please say it's you." you whimpered. 

"I tortured someone for years because I had fallen in love with them. I did everything I could to keep myself from getting close to them because I was scared it would mean I didn't really love my Soulmate." Bakugo steaded you, his grip on you was firm and desperate as if you would try to run away. "Then I found out the truth. That I was pushing away the one person I wanted by my side forever."

"I wanted it to be you." was all you could manage, You held out your hand and the last Soulmate letter rolled in your palm, crinkled and wadded up. He took it from you, fixing it, folding it neatly this time before taking the wrapper from your locket and replacing it. 

"I don't want you to hate me. I pushed you away because I thought you belonged to someone else. That I belonged to someone else. I should have known it was you all along. I could never be with anyone but you." Katsuki wiped the tears from your face, now holding your cheeks in his calloused hands. 

"I wanted it to be you. I'm so happy that it's you, Katsuki."

It was all he'd needed to hear before pressing his lips to yours.