#I wanted to draw more but had a mood swing lol

[pinkcreamypeach]

FANART!! For @eeriemauss

Drawing Eeriemauss' Sonic redesigns I'm absolutely in love with these! PLEASE check out the artist behind these incredible designs!

Eeriemauss' Sonic redesigns⤵️

I think I might’ve made Cream a little too short, but I’m not sure if the artist intended her to be older or kept her the same age. In their AU, Cream and Cheese are siblings, which I adore wholeheartedly. I just love them so much!

Look at the designs they’ve created, aren't they absolutely stunning? Rouge’s design, in particular, is so classy and stylish. The whole art style feels like a blend of old-time Disney movies with a touch of modernity, but honestly, it reminds me even more of *The Secret of NIMH,* directed by Don Bluth. That movie's art and animation were incredible. (The sequel doesn't exist...)

So once again, PLEASE check out Eeriemauss! They’re so talented, crafting not only amazing redesigns but also incredible stories. They’re on a break right now, which is totally fair! Masterpieces take time!

[casasupernovas]

thing is.

the doctor in series 3 is a lot more complex people give him credit for.

when he gets mad at martha at the end of 'smith and jones' it's not because he's offended at her flirting, annoyed at her insinuations, 'how dare she'. no. he's mad because she sussed him out, right down to the blue suit.

in 'smith and jones' the doctor has a clean slate, he has reinvented himself. and this version has no baggage.

this doctor hasn't got a brown suit it's blue, this doctor is flirtaious, romantic, even does the 'honourable' thing of making sure she knows the kiss he will give her means nothing. she won't get attatched that way when he sacrifices himself to draw out the plasmavore.

but this doctor is also a bit callous, he's excited by the thrill and danger, dimissing very real distress from people around him in favour for the facts. he only pulls himself back upon his conversation with martha.

in fact, it's no coincidence the kiss happens after martha commemorates the dead, her old mentor.

the problem is however, martha is too clever, too observant, too confident to completely be won over by this entirely. when he tells her he is the doctor, just the doctor, at first she refuses to call him by this. he has to earn it. sonic screwdriver? lol, got an electric spanner too? she asks if he has help because surely he didn't come to this hospital because he thought something was wrong on his own?

that's why he says stuff like this. he's like why are you poking holes in the illusion. i'm *this* person now, don't take me back to my reality.

but he's not quite done. they both could have died on the moon but she saves his life so, he gets another chance. incomes the reinvented doctor part two. [you can argue the doctor always knew they would make it because martha told him she saw him in a moment that had happened for her but not yet for him.]

so part 2 commences but he's turning it all the way up because he wants her as his companion.

so he's smooth talking her, but even then she's still not letting him get one over on her. "not pompous at all." so better turn it up some more, and he time travels, a 'cheap trick' to impress her more.

until his newly formed version of himself gets a hole poked in once again after martha inadvertantly makes him remember rose. and he clams up, decides it will only be one trip in a pretty aloof, defensive and abrupt way. shuts down any path that could lead to something more, testing to see if she can do the same - "i only go for humans" - she can and away we go. he's racing about the tardis back to semi-normal and they are off.

it's why he's so having mood swings all throughout 'the shakespeare code,' flip flopping between annoyance and dismissal at her questions, she's ruining how it was supposed to go in his head. she wasn't supposed to ask *this* many questions, she was just supposed to be impressed. but she went and reminded me of rose so this can't work now, it's gonna be one trip. but then flipping back to this need to impress and to just fall back into step to how they were, running around and having an adventure. how he's supposed to be.

and he decides i don't want this to end. im extending the trip. but yet again martha pokes another hole - his home. but the doctor holds onto the pretense for as long as he can. he doesn't just say "we can't go to my home and please don't ask me why because it's painful." he just lies. and this pretense now takes on a new form, because it directly references rose with choosing new earth. see, he starts by reminiscing on gallifrey when he describes it to her then chooses someone else to reminisce on. rose. all with little regard to how martha would feel about being used in this way. but unfortunately for the doctor, this takes a dramatic change for the worse as taking martha here directly leads to her abduction.

now, despite martha's olive branch after the death of the face of boe, the doctor still doesn't tell her the truth. until she sits down, and really hones in on his lies and the people of new new york began to sing for the dead. and the doctor looks at martha, the human, listening to the humans commeorate the dead. and tells her the truth. that he lied because he liked it. because he could pretend. pretend that his reality was not true. he was not the last timelord.

intriguingly enough, by the time we get to the lazarus experiment, the doctor seems determined to play out how the story was supposed to go. yet again disregarding martha's feelings. find a new companion. travel for a bit, then bring her home safe and sound. and not one year later. no ties, a nice thanks then goodbye. no heartbreak, no tears. but he comes back. because he doesn't want it to end yet, offers her another trip. and here goes martha again. telling him he needs to be clear in what he wants right now. he's not someone who can just breeze in and out of her life without a second thought. is she his companion or is she a passenger?

and the pretense is over. mostly anyway, and the doctor is at his mlst vulnerable due to the circumstances of '42' and by its end, it's like a refreshed smith and jones.

but now he doesn't feel the need to lie, he's not fully there yet. but he's more comfortable, he doesn't need to pretend.

perhaps too comfortable.

[ryuichirou]

you have a hc list for floyd in heat, but do you have any thoughts about JADE in heat??

Finally it’s Jade-in-heat time!

Just in case, here is the Floyd post: FloRid Floyd in heat hcs.

I thought I won’t have a lot to say about him, but ehhh turns out I have a lot to say about him lol As pretty much always, there are a couple of things I would rather draw than write into a hc list, but here are my thoughts. I hope you enjoy them, and thank you for waiting!

Jade is much better at keeping it together than Floyd, he doesn’t get as animalistic as Floyd in general. He knows how to distract himself and has more self-control in general, plus never forgets to take medications + uses some other soothing remedies. It’s not like he hates going in heat, he just has many other interesting things to focus on most of the times.

However, even Jade gets overwhelmed sometimes, and even though Jade is the working horse of the Octa-trio, Azul always excuses him (i.e. kicks him out of the Lounge) when he gets too horny. Horny Floyd is a liability, but horny Jade? Straight-up endangerment. So he usually tells Jade to either hide in his room until it gets better or live in the mountains for a couple of days lol Jade usually complies (begrudgingly). Jade also gets intensely hungry, so Azul doesn’t want him anywhere near their food… or himself.

Another comparison: when Floyd is in heat, his mood swings get more intense, he gets very clingy and aggressive at the same time, loses appetite and becomes very irritable; Jade is kind of worse. It’s not as obvious when you look at him, he acts the same, but the atmosphere around him gets heavier somehow…? He watches everyone, evaluating them as a potential mate, and sometimes smiles very creepily, as if he’s not just going to have sex with that person but also going to do something even more horrible to them. His sadistic side really shows whenever it gets to that point.

Whenever his and Floyd’s heat happens at the same time, Jade is way more reckless about the whole thing and allows himself to be aggressive and assertive, to break things, to ruin clothes, to leave puddles of secretions everywhere, to grab people and be much more of a menace. And it’s not due to any biological reason; it’s just that people would always think that it’s Floyd who did it, and Floyd doesn’t always remember what he does, so sometimes he doesn’t even understand that Jade threw him under the bus.

Jade, as I’ve already said, isn’t as interested in sex, but he does have it in him sometimes. Sometimes he starts thinking about who would be the perfect candidate to have casual sex with to make things easier on himself, but then he just throws this thought process out of the window and approaches the first person he sees. This man loves chaos lol

Sometimes swimming also calms him down, so he hides in the school’s pool. And if some lonely soul goes near that pool, he might attack them. People always expect Floyd to be there, but surprisingly, out of the two it’s usually Jade who acts like his mermen ancestors.

There was one time when Jade almost jumped Riddle and even started undressing him, but stopped at the last moment. He apologised to Riddle and even brought him a basket of fruits and sweets as an apology and asked Riddle to please keep the whole thing a secret. And he looked so sorry when he said that (he wasn’t sorry at all)! Riddle agreed to never speak about this again, but now he always jumps whenever Jade approaches him quietly. Jade is very amused by that.

If he had to pick the perfect candidate, it’d probably be Idia, not only because he’s very cute when scared + is surprisingly kinky underneath his layers of anxiety and denial, but also because he knows that both Azul and Floyd like Idia a lot, so not only he gets to have sex with a cute boy, he’ll also get to look at these two get all jealous and angry at him. So whenever he does it with Idia (and it happened more than once, both times without Idia expecting this to happen), he leaves a lot of marks on him and takes pictures of Idia covered in all kind of wet slicky slimy mess…

[loony-lupus]

"In chaos, everything is always changing, it's impossible to stay afloat forever. Trust me."

Art by @boggubozakatochnihmashinok ❤️

> She is a former cult leader. The only leader who is not dead.

> Like most creative people, she experiences mood swings and falls into deep melancholy depression, thinking that her "Father" will inevitably destroy Gotham.

> She has a whole host of emotions and feelings, draws inspiration from them, falls into melancholy and laziness, recharges in peace and quiet, loves to read books, really wants to be adored and have friends to hang out with (even though friendship won't stop her from social experiments on her friends and dragging them into a "story")

> Her song: They Might Be Giants - Kiss Me, Son Of God. There is a better song, but it is not in English.

> Her morality and that "host of emotions and feelings" aren't humanly typical though...

> For example, she was genuinely grieving the death of the former cult leader, who grew up before her eyes. Even though he was a psychopath who sacrificed people, slept with his sister, who had a daughter with him, and began to sexually harass his daughter when she grew up. But Annie groomed him in many ways as the FUTURE of their cult. At the same time, she saw him being murdered by his daughter, but she did not intervene anyway, since for her it was CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT of his daughter, and she does not stand in the way of the pure progress of a story.

> I think that she is precisely chaotic - she is capable of both good and evil, but everything depends on her mood and interests.

> "For a hero not to become a Mary Sue, he must suffer."

> She likes love stories the most.

> She can stay awake for days, lost in her fantasies. Sometimes she forgets to eat.

> Because of her non-human blood, she suffers from itch.

> She is older than she looks... but not ancient, haha.

> She usualy don't interferes with her "characters" behavior, allowing them to make their own choices, she only sometimes pushes them to action. She usualy accepts any outcome.

> She's not pure evil, but she's probably my most evil OC of them all (none of them are good).

> She calls her cultists "chickadees" and her fellow test subjects acquaintances and "characters" "children."

> She has a lively sense of humor. When asked in Arkham Asylum how she ended up in there, she would jokingly answer, "I stole candy from a child" or "I refused to ship a popular ship." During the uprisings, while everyone else was causing trouble and destroying everything in their path, she would most likely be painting moustaches on portraits rather than taking active action.

> The truth is, the real reason she was sent to Arkham is even more disturbing and I'm not sure if I should tell it, lol.

> She once convinced a girl to kill her abusive boyfriend by telling her: "When you're hanging over a cliff over a black, impenetrable abyss, and someone's foot is crushing your toes, instead of stabbing that foot with a knife, you desperately wait for the ground to suddenly rise up beneath you." But it was a long story though. So yeah, she sucks you in like a swamp and has a toxic, poisonous influence. This makes her quite dangerous even outside of acts of direct violence.

> I might change something about her later if she turns out to be too tough to handle for me, lol.

[blucifer08]

rambling about my personal life (positive)

I moved in with my boyfriend in December and every single day I am reminded why I am incredibly lucky to have him. He makes every moment of my life better. He is the most patient and kind person on this planet and I consider myself so lucky to get to be his partner.

I've been going through some mental health issus and lots of really bad mood swings, which isn't uncommon for me, but things at work have been ramping my anxiety and when my anxiety gets bad it seems like the rest of my mental health comes falling like a bunch of dominos knocking into each other. And yet his patience is damn near unending.

I couldn't figure out what I wanted to eat the other day, I just laid in bed and cried and clung to him. We were having a 'fend for yourself' kind of dinner night and for some reason I just had a bit of a mental block and couldn't actually get up and prepare the food, everytime I thought about it I just started freaking out. Couldn't figure out what to eat, despite having plenty of food. And so he hugged me and he kissed me and he got up and he made me something to eat and made sure I ate dessert as well

I am not an easy person to handle emotionally. I have meltdowns often, especially because i have sound sensory issues. Sometimes I get stuck in my brain and relive really traumatic memories from my childhood, and I get stuck for hours paralyzed in fear from things from long ago. And no matter what it is, no matter what's bothering me, he responds with the most pure and gentle kindness I've seen from another human being.

I really just hope I can be somewhat like that for him. I want to make his life as good as possible. I love him so much.

I really, genuinely thought myself incapable of this kind of love. We've known each for many years and we played FFXIV together, and it took until last year for me to become okay with the idea of being romantic with him. What a shame, because i love nothing more in this world than loving him and being loved by him.

I've often found myself repulsed by the idea of love, repulsed by being physically close to other people. It's so strange now, to be filled with such an overwhelming love for someone. And I'm beyond happy that it is him with whom I share love. I adore his curly hair, his stupid shit-eating grin when he's said something dumb as fuck, his eyes, his eyelashes, his eyebrows, his jaw, his hands, the way his voice sounds when he's sleepy, the way he needs to watch youtube when he cooks dinner, the way he bags groceries very specificaly and CLEARLY doesn't like the way i do it lol

I love when we're out and about and he knows the moment I'm starting to get overstimulated. He knows me so well. Last week he came to me and said, "Hey, I hope this is okay but I was offered for us to go to [place that is very nice!] but I figured since we were there last week and you're pretty exhausted, you wouldn't wanna go, so i said no." And he was 100 percent absolutely fucking right. "I figured you'd wanna spend the weekend relaxing around the house." DING DING DING! He knows me so well.

It's so beautiful to love someone like this. I've never felt this way about another person.

He is just so, so, so kind. And understanding. He loves Naru and Erasmia and he encourages me to write and draw whatever I'd like to my heart's content, he encourages me to gpose, even though none of that is anything he's ever done or generally has interest in. He loves my art. He loves me for me. He loves my flaws. He loves me for my flaws, not in spite of them.

He loves me, even when I'm suffering from sensory issues and just curled into a ball covering my face and wishing all sound and light would disappear. He loves me when I'm sobbing and can't tell why. He loves me when I've sunken into old memories and can't find my way out. He loves me when I'm paralyzed in anxiety over something that I should be able to do easily.

I have no clue what it is I did to deserve this man's love but I thank my lucky stars I have him every day when I wake up and see him beside me

[ilikeyoualive]

Behold, papa bear Price, whom I love oh so dearly. With feral Soap, as a treat. Lol. And if you're interested in learning more about this AU, check out my Main Masterlist!

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Bar Brawl, Species-ism? (idk what it's called), rude guy gets his shit rocked

Word Count: N/A

The 141 are out for drinks after a particularly harrowing mission that they survived by the skin of their teeth. They’re all a bit bruised and banged up but in a cheerful mood considering they had successfully pulled the op off with all four of them walking out of it alive.

Soap offers to go get them all more drinks, but when he's at the bar waiting for the drinks to be prepared, some drunk Sergeant sidles up beside him and tries to start up a conversation that Soap isn’t all that interested in because he’s not looking for any action, just here to have a nice night out with his team.

The guy doesn't appreciate being blatantly refused and brings up that Soap is in the 141, making a malicious comment about “How could the higher ups let an animal have the position of Captain anyway? It’s fucking insulting to us humans, innit?” and Soap is swinging before his brain catches up with his body, laying the guy out with a brutal blow to the jaw, breaking it.

The guy's buddies immediately converge on Soap and the resulting commotion draws the attention of his team, who are on their feet and slinking through the crowd of onlookers like predators when they hear Soap shouting insults before abruptly cutting himself off with a grunt of pain.

Gaz goes to Soap’s side to help him to his feet, poking at his bloody nose to make sure that it’s not broken while Ghost lurks just behind them and Price stares down the group of soldiers that had outnumbered Soap with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

They leave in favor of celebrating back at base instead, Soap ranting about how it’s not right that they couldn’t even enjoy a night out in public without someone having something to say about it, though he cools off when Gaz assures him that they usually prefer to stay in but they had wanted to go out because they figured Soap might like it, which Soap finds touching.

They decide to play cards and drink some beers, just hanging out together.

[mysticgeekzartz]

Request are back open y'all!

So since I finished let me draw your OC template that had six characters in it My requests are back open and I am willing to draw more welcome home OC's and since it's spooky month I'll draw your OCs in Halloween costumes If you want when you send a request just say I want my character in a Halloween costume and then put the reference of the Halloween costume you would like to see your character in Because I am full swing in the spooky season mood right now lol So if you're all are interested the drill is just send me an ask with your character and their name And I'll draw them for you!-Mystic 🎃🍭🍬🍫

[writinandcrying]

Dark Corner | Part 2 - Michelangelo x GN Reader

(platonic friendship to something more? who knows, not me!)

Angst. Tw hinted depression, friendship loss, harsh decisions, unrequited love, anxiety, moods swings - mainly due quarantine, and uh- acceptance? melodramatic a little bit lols (i suck at summaries pls act like this is sexy enough to seduce you to read this fic)

songs that helped me write this

Hearing Damage - Thom Yorke

Apesar de Querer - Rodrigo Alarcon

Breezeblocks - Alt J 

Snap out of it - Arctic Monkeys

Why We Can’t Be Friends? - The Academic

Eventually - Tame Impala

Chp. 2 - And then it vanished

(Part 1) | (Part 3)

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“Just rip the bandaid off”

The sudden sound of the weights thumping down floor woke you up for spiraling thoughts, yet, your body hadn't a single reaction out of it, it was normal to get used to abrupt, rapid movements when talking about Raphael, as he grabs his gym towel heading towards the exit, he looks back at you, even without glasses, even with the stinging sensation in the corner of your eyes due unshed tears, you can draw out a mix of angry and disappointed expression.

“If you can’t handle it, then rip the bandaid off”

And that’s what you did.

One thing you knew for sure; Your brain is a bitch. Your memory sucked ass into remembering nice moments: the sensation of kisses, the last good bone- crushing hug you had, the last time your mom said she was proud of you. But agonizing, painful memories? Those were on a loop constantly. 

Every strong emotion made Raph’s eyes shine like gemstones, vivid, vibrant, now varnished with disdain, it was beautiful; you hated how you were the reason his golden irises were so gleaming and captivating.

That was 6 months ago, at least you think it was, quarantine sure proved something: time is indeed an illusion that doesn’t make sense. It seems like it was longer than that, although the pain made you grounded as it was yesterday. The last conversation you had with Raphael felt like a sore goodbye on both ends. You wish you could forget it, trick your brain into thinking it’s a happy memory so it can toss it away into the nearest trash.

Looking back at it, you should have fought back. Argued, yelled at him even. You should've made your point about how you didn’t want it to let go. But you were so tired, god- the lifeless sensation of how your body felt back then still phantoms you, it was honestly ridiculous, how a simple phrase could drag you back into the shadows back then. Or maybe you were never truly out of it, just constantly living in the dark, both hyper-aware and oblivious. You didn't know anymore-  a sentence, a reaction, someone else even, those could easily remind you how dark your mind could dive, So yeah, you clearly didn’t have any more strength to fight back, who would have known that being in constant fight with your own self would be so arduous? Maybe only you will know how much it took it from you, how desperately you wanted to hold onto it. And maybe that was the problem, there was nothing to hold on to anymore.

During that night, you didn’t know how long you remained glued on the concrete ground after Red left their training room. How long you stared at the gray walls, the foundation of the lair was unsettling cold. It made you feel more isolated than ever, you found yourself unable to control random shivers traveling through your body. You felt small, pathetic. Tears quietly slid from your cheeks to the very end of your chin. You felt invisible, literally, you could identify what the lair residents were up to by your own lack of sound, vague questions and noises that made you feel even more distant and undeserving to be there. You don’t know how long you remained motionless; sitting and staring at nothing, wishing it was different, but not really sure how to change the future.

You don’t know how you managed to drag yourself to the entrance of the lair, you found yourself there at some point of the night, turning back one more time. You loved that place, even if it took ages to get used to the sewer’s damp smell, you still loved it. you have always seen it as home. Sure, it was actually an abandoned intersection of a reservoir sewage station, yet filled with bits of love. Sewer sweet sewer, In every corner, from the dōjō to any repaired piece of furniture, graffiti or neon sign, it was laced with care and devotion. A house could be made of wood, cement or bricks and it was made for shelter, a home means safety, comfort and belonging, a shelter and much more, The lair is a home. was.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you glanced at the Christmas lights above the homemade living room, you remember how you helped them place it there 2 christmas ago, the boys decided not to take it back, it gave a inviting cozy glow, which matched so gracefully with all the wonderful times you had there. 

It's strange to desperately have the desire to stay and run away at the same time, pressing your lips tight, inhaling deeply- you were not going to sob your way out of it. Gripping hard at your backpack straps, you know you were going to miss how they made you feel, especially him. Dealing with the lack of it, how it became a foreigner feeling once again was one of the toughest parts during this whole fiasco of…. whatever was left remaining between the two of you, only some fond memories lingered, for a while those were the source of warmth during silent nights, but lately, it was a fuel to a abyss you could not stand being in it no more.

When your friendship with Mikey first started, you initially thought ‘that's it, that's something to treasure forever.’ How can two people be so close one day, to complete strangers in a course of some weeks still perturbs your mind and heart to this day.

Mikey wasn’t home when you arrived that day, your first intention was to talk out your last text messages, You weren’t sure how the conversation would start, or if it would even flow at all, you truly missed the times you could just talk about anything to him finding a topic to bond over was as easy as breathing air. He’d be busy. He needed to train, or out with his new friends. As usual,you were always the understanding friend, you knew everyone has their daily duties and hell, being the overbearing clingy friend? No, thank you. 

You and Mikey were different, at least you thought so, it was ok to be vulnerable with him, and him to you, you shared how you always held back truly connecting with others, afraid of how dependable you could become. You’ve seen it firsthand how much that could hurt, Mikey made you feel that you could trust, that you could rely on him, and for once you believed it. 

The first time you felt the unsettling vibe of not being so welcomed anymore was heart wrenching, even by now, you thought you would get used to it. It happened too many times for you to “not receive an invitation”, to be forgotten over hangouts, to being left out of jokes. You knew way too well the thin line between hanging out and being invited over pity.

That’s how you ended up talking to Raphael, maybe wasn’t the starter choice, he was a good friend, sure, but not the greatest with words. Leo and Don would have tried to understand your end at the time. but Raph was closest with Mikey. He saw how sometimes your unspoken, pitiful- whatever the hell this”friendship” is could gut his little brother. Mikey had intense feelings just like Raph, he understood him, and at the end, he would choose his side over yours.

You looked at the lair one last time, trying to preserve what you know you couldn’t have anymore: the warm welcomings, laughing until 5 in the morning, Mario Kart competitions, you name it. As you choke out a cry and walk towards the exit, what were good memories are now too painful to be felt and be remembered, although you already knew that it would haunt you constantly.

Only if you knew a certain turtle, who’s very fond of the color purple, watched and listened to it all in his lab. All of it. All 6 months of it.

Donatello’s top 5 regrets was not coming after you when you ran out crying, if he only knew this would drag into months on end, he would tackle you in a hug and tell you that you are indeed going to be missed, the time he wished to respect your privacy, looking back now, he knew it was a bad move on his end, Donnie was too used to observation and theories, that in this moment the situation needed a bit more action.

When you first befriended the turtles, there was an unspoken contract that they would track every move of you, for your safety and theirs as well.Donatello still had trackers on your personal turtle device, all of their humans friends had turtle-watches, not only for safety or rapid contact, but it also tracked vital signals, indicating any problems or disturbances about their friend's health.

So, when Donnie didn't see both of you and Mikey hanging out weekly, he didn’t think much of it, maybe you were just busy. But,when your signals started to point signs of bad nutrition, he got worried. When it showed a barely fictional human being, followed by hasty, god-awful goodbye (the courtesy of his older brother) he got obsessed with checking on you at least 4 times a week.

When your tracker suddenly shut down, he knew it was bad.

A different sound emitted from Donnie’s lab one quiet morning, a sound that if you have paid close attention, never went off before, this could have gone unnoticed because well, It’s Donnie. Every month he was working on something new, so maybe that was it, right?

By the way the second youngest flew out off the living room couch and, almost knocking Leo as he passed by, it truly showed the severity of the distinct sound.

"You have been away from your lab for 15 minutes and there's already a "situation?" Leo stood by the lab door, watching his brother's fingers work frantically while his eyes didn’t leave the monitors. 

"Yes, i'm overachieving" Donnie replied, Leo cautiously approached, truth to be told, he wasn’t fond of Donnie’s lab. Sure, it was great for secret sharing, strategy talk, toaster fixing area, yes. However, the possibility that any sudden movements there might result in catastrophe made Leonardo feel uneasy to say the least. His movements were always precise inside his brother's favorite Lair spot. Don finally guided Leo's eyes with a short nod after a intrigued "So?" left his lips, a main notification wouldn't budge from the screen, your tracker wasn't on anymore.

The leader reached for his katana instinctively, ready to head towards the door. He felt a firm hand hold his bicep  

"Pump the breaks, I don't think that's necessary", Leo raised a brow, Donnie  was already familiar enough to understand how his brother was once again, questioning what on Earth he was on about - "I have been... monitoring them." Casting his eyes down, Don doesn't like to call it stalking, neither does his older brother, due the circumstances of their reality, they needed to keep an eye out, just to be to safe, That's what they would always say in the back of their heads. "I think they disconnected themself"

"Can you handle this?" Leo asked looking back towards the door to check if anyone was around. Donnie told him what happened that day, infuriated was a nickname for how the oldest felt after hearing about it. 

Raphael didn't had any right to treat you like that, but he also knew if they argued about this, Michelangelo would find out, and the possible outcomes of it weren't pretty. He did make sure to be somewhat transparent about his knowledge over the secret quarrel, glancing towards Raphael if someone questioned your sudden dissapearance.

Truth to be told, Leo had no idea what to do. Figuring emotional, sentimental matters isn't his strong suit, and talking with Master Splinter would only raise red flags all around the situation. So they kept the situation under the rug. only if he knew what was going on between the two of you would drag it for months, he truly wished he had done something sooner. 

"Yeah," Donnie remembers clearly how crushed you looked back then. Was it fair to visit you? To make you relive all those unpleasant memories? 

"I hope so." His carapace met the cushion of his favorite chair followed by a drawn-out sigh as silence settled between the two brothers.

Honey colored eyes turned back into the monitors, Donnie knew briefly how you managed to get by these past months. From monitoring subway stations you caught towards work, to hijacking the local market surveillance cameras. he was glad that you were indeed getting by or so it seems. Again, he doesn't like to call it stalking. It's not like he watches you 24/7, maybe, 16/7? Weekly checkups? Just to make sure you are alright, that's what friends do, right?

Donnie felt a light hand over his shoulder, followed by a pair of sorrowful yet sympathetic Imperial blue eyes, "Tell they have been missed." A half-smile graces Leo’s features. There was mutual sentiment between them. Just because you were mainly Michelangelo's (former) best friend, doesn't mean you didn't leave a print on everyone else.

 "Shall do." Donnie responds with an uncertain smile as he stares back into the monitors. Quickly gathering his gear, it was already nighttime. Soon enough they all needed to headout.

Don sneaked towards the garage entrance by Leo's guidance, he had exactly 48 minutes before patrol, he could be at your place in exactly 9 minutes and 36 seconds, 7 minutes if there was no humans luckering on closest manhole’s alleys to your place, Don lips grow thin and firm, is 38 minutes and 24 seconds is enough to cover a 6 month silence between all of you?

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[witla]

2023 Year Review

Hello!

So first of all I wanted to make this on audio like I did on 2020, but honestly I don’t think I have time and room to record my voice lol.

Second holy shit the last time I did this was in 2020 itself, why I didn’t make this on 2021 or 2022? Idk maybe I didn’t want to talk about it, but I’m going to have a brief mention of things about them here.

So 2023…

It was a very zig zag year for me to be sure

First, I’m quite disappointed on myself because I didn’t make much art like I did before, if you see my archive on tumblr, you can see the gaps between months and the amount of drawings I did (not a lot), I wish I could have made more art, but when you get on a job, your brain gets fried and artblock its inevitable.

Speaking of my job…oh boy, at first I was excited to finally got settled in a job to make my own money and such (I entered last year on August), but the more time I’ve been, the more unwelcomed I felt, let’s just say that I haven’t click much with my coworkers like I did before, my bosses are not there at all, and I just feel like a ghost, not appreciated, but I don’t want to quit yet because I don’t think I can find a job that quickly after quitting one, I want to have more experience and such. I just hope we can have a better environment again like before.

In terms of health, God, it’s been my more painful year yet, sickness after sickness after sickness, at least I went to the hospital once for brief hours, its better because the period of 2020-2022, I’ve been on the hospital like five times a year for days. And let’s not talk about how my moods swings went and so on, my mental health was on the verge of breaking, so much that I was ready to say goodbye to the world like the fifteen time…

But I didn’t

Why?

Because despite all this toxicity and this negativity in my personal life, some things are worth to live for.

It’s worth to hear your dad say “I love you” and cook you the food you love, to say that he will help you no matter what, and appreciate you and say how smart and beautiful you are.

It’s worth to hear your brother say he worries about you, and wants you to be okay, to send you memes, images and videos to laugh with the most surreal humor we gen z have.

It’s worth to hear your sister tell you about her hyper fixations, to hear her silly but funny ideas and contribute alongside her, to see her draw with acuarelas, and show you the weird but funny videos she laughs about.

It’s worth to have your grandma let gift you things you don’t really need, but it’s still appreciated and hugs you and kisses you, when she loves you despite your low self-stem.

It’s worth to hear your uncles and aunts to say how are you beautiful you are, how they love the way you laugh, the way you smile, they say keep that cute smile of yours always.

It’s worth to see your cousins, talk to them, hug them, and play alongside them UNO cards and videogames, especially when they also have the same interest as yourself and understands you when no one else does.

Its worth to see your dogs, pet them, see how they wave their tail at you, how they get happy when they see you coming back home after work,

Even if we bicker and a lot for the most minimum things, we love each other, typical Mexican family lol, but yeah my family has been a big support in this year.

Also I’m proud of myself, I had the guts to join a dance group, specifically an Ori Tahiti group, I learned to dance something that I wasn’t familiar with, not only that, I learned more about Polynesian culture and language, and it that group I made some friends, my teacher is a very open minded and lovely person, after my exam, she wrote on a paper of how if I have more confidence in myself I might be also present as a solo dancer (WOW).

Learning to dance definitely improved my physical and mental health (a little bit yeah because I have my downs) like I lost a significant amount of weight thanks to it, and seeing the others dance and talk with them and dance alongside them, it’s also worth to live for, they definitely boost my confidence.

And even if it’s a bit cheesy, some media I watched and played, it was worth it, it helped me in the bad times, it helped me to have fun, to feel fun again, to enjoy my life, thank you!!!.

So yeah, even if my year had ups and downs, I’m ready for next year

I hope things get better with me, but no only me, to everyone, I hope it becomes a better year around the world, please be a better year for those who need it!

If you read this, well thank you for having the time to read it!

To my followers, thanks for sticking with me, even if I have a small following, I appreciate you a lot and I love you!!!!!!!!

Good news is that I finally made more pieces of art, although it’s my usual personal weird, surreal, abstract pieces of art based on my struggles, good things, just surreal shit and songs I listen too, also made new OCS so… I’m hoping to upload them soon on January!

Happy New Year!

See you soon on 2024!!!

An Witlacosh

[honeyhotteoks]

I was rereading TNT and I got stuck at the moment she asks Yunho to claim her. "In a split second you had offered him your life." What would claiming her imply in your universe? Especially cause at the moment this happens, they're just co-workers & friends who offered to help her, no feelings attached (theoretically haha), so the possibility that they didn't want anything more than sex with her were huge. What consequences would that have had on her as an omega and maybe on Yunho (if there are any serious ones on alphas)? Sorry if this has been asked before. Thank you so much! And I'd like to add that you're my favourite fanfiction writer at the moment & I appreciate the care and thought you put in every piece you write. I'm always exited to read more from you! ☀️

oh this is such a great question!! and actually no one has asked this yet so this is a great opportunity to explain! click under the cut for a lengthy explanation lol

SO traditionally claiming bites are really serious in omegaverse. in general a claiming bite would involve an alpha biting the main scent gland in the neck and physically drawing blood and "claiming" the omega as theirs. it's definitely heavy on the property and ownership vibes as this is all kind of drawn from wolves and wolf packs, but i think most writers now have expanded what claiming means.

i'll speak directly for my universe and how it might differ a bit from more intense omegaverse fic where the wolf vibes are much more prominent.

in my universe, a claiming bite is like a mating or marriage bite. it's something that really would only be done when you've found your chosen partner or pack, but in the throes of heat or a rut, sometimes those lines can get a little blurry. when reader in my fic makes it clear not to claim her, it's mostly because it's been so long since she's had a real heat she's a little worried about not remembering things etc., but she never actually expects to ask them. you would really only share a claiming bite with someone who is a perfect scent match / soulmate / etc., and she really scares herself asking him like that. it's also why wooyoung is so adamant that she's downplaying what that heat meant to her emotionally.

in some more anomalistic omegaverse you might see a claiming bite as part of a sexual ritual or rite, or even as the end result of a "hunt" scene in which the omega physically runs away from an alpha (or group of alphas) and is caught and physically claimed into submission. while i think that can be hot sometimes if you're into consensual non-consent fic, i find this to be pretty problematic and i don't feel comfortable writing it. i've certainly read fic like this, but it's a bit too much for me and these characters.

in my world, a claiming bite is something shared between a partner or group of partners and is much more symbolic and based in intent. just as the alpha would need to claim the omega, the omega would need to claim them back, and if it were a group or poly setting, you would see multiple claiming bites happening so everyone was nicely bound together.

you might also see in some fic that this connection allows for sharing of thoughts between partners or things like that, very wolf pack, but that's a bit too fantasy for my specific universe here. the result of a claiming bite in my more modern au universe is that they would be tied together much like a marriage or more significant partnership, and they would be more attuned to each other's feelings and mood swings. it would also result in other people knowing that they aren't unmated, and it provides a certain level of safety and protection for the omega in question. scents usually change and get a bit more wrapped up in each other as well.

i think the other thing that's important to note is that yunho and mingi take the idea of consent and claiming extremely seriously. it will be made a bit more clear later in the fic, but not all alphas view omegas the right way - they're more archaic, they believe in the idea of omegas submitting to alphas more than just symbolically, and some of them would have been happy to disrespect that boundary she set. both yunho and mingi in this fic are more than explicit about consent and being careful about the claim moment because it is serious, and had they crossed that line it would have been very bad.

i hope this answers your question! if anyone has more questions about the idea of claiming, consent, packs etc., that might help shed some light on TNT, just ask! this stuff is always fun to talk about.

[nytephox]

Oops I got a lot

2, 3, 6, 8, 13, 21, 26, 29, 31, 34, 38, 42, 46

2. I drink both. Though I drunk more coffee than anything. Lol My tea I usually just add honey. My coffee is more half coffee, half whatever sweet hell I want to put in it. Lol

3. You are the reason by Calum Scott. Which in turn made me want to write something sad. Not sure I'll use it for anything but yeah.

6. That's a hard one. Most of my moods or hyperfocuses lately have been writing. I'll draw every once in a while when I feel like it though.

8. 100% Shinedown. I have never had another band that I have never hated any songs they did. I have my favorites but I always like their music.

13. Rejection, embarrassment, and falling. Lol

21. It hasn't been a bad day. So, it's been alright. Lol

26. Making friendship bracelets? Lol Swinging. I love swinging. Hmmm, and sleeping. Though that might be more of a lazy thing.

29. Yes! And I hate it. I'll go back and forth with myself for so long about something, anything. It sucks. Lol

31. Hopefully I will be able to go into business selling my art. I don't have a lot of confidence yet and that doesn't help when you are trying to sell things you make. Lol

34. I have 3. Almost one for every blooming season. Daffodils, red lilies, and sunflowers. ❤️

38. Phobia of deep water. Don't remember what it's called. But yeah. I can swim and everything but I cannot and will never get into water I can't touch the bottom of if I can't see or pools.

42. @thatsnotmygunflash @incorrectcoldflashblog @crimsondomingo @hardwiredweird @hautecoldture (there is so many more I love)

46. Hugs, conversation, and time to read.

[ghost-wolf34]

Peter Hale finds a mate

I'm sorry if I keep using the name Shauna or Shadow for my ocs, I just really like both names and want to keep using them. I know though that you readers are probably tired of me using the names, but I really like this names and want to continue using them. If you guys have had enough of those names or want to see me use a different character with a different name that isn't a werewolf also please let me know... 

P.s I also like werewolf stories a lot. Lol 😂 and if you guys would like me to use more gifs on this story let me know,plus I feel like people don’t add gifs enough to stories on here at least more then one. And because I feel like gifs add more depth and detail to the story.

Chapter one. The scent.

Peter was out getting some coffee at the coffee shop like normal, when he had gotten a whiff of a very strong yet addicting scent. He tried not to sniff the air to much, but he couldn't get enough of the scent that he was smelling. "Where is that smell coming from?" He thought as he looked around, not knowing that he had just over looked where the scent was coming from. Which was from a young woman who had a hood up and was sitting at the back of the coffee shop at a table by herself, looking all down and lonely. 

Peter got a look of frustration and annoyance, when he couldn't find who/ where the scent was coming from. He grabbed his coffee and bagel, before heading over to a table that was open which was a few feet away from the one at the back. He sat down to eat his bagel and smelled the scent again, he sniffled the air without drawing attention to himself as he sat there eating his food. 

His eyes however trained onto the woman who was sitting at a back table by herself, he wondered why she sat there with her hood up looking all lonely. He continued to watch her as he ate his bagel and drank his coffee, he watched as she eventually got up looking around slightly before keeping her head down as she headed towards the front doors. 

He watched her, before noticing that the scent now had disappeared. He started to wonder if that scent was coming from the young woman who had just up and left. In order to find out, Peter finished his bagel and got up quickly trying to find the woman before she got to far out of his sight. He groaned in annoyance when the scent fully disappeared, he threw his wrapper away and walked out into the street with his coffee in hand. 

Peter looked around as he drank his coffee, before heading towards his car to drive to his nephews place to talk to him. He pulled out his keys and started his car, he opened the driver door and hopped in. He sat down his coffee cup and got buckled up, before driving off to see Derek and his pack. 

.........................,........,,.,,

Peter stood there listening to Derek as he spoke to the pack. "Alright, I know we've had a lost going on for the past couple of weeks. But thanks to Jordan for coming into town, things have changed and gotten rather crazy. With finding out he's a hound and that his sisters a werewolf like us, he's letting her join the pack. One for her safety, two her abilities and three help to control her wolf side. 

She's still new to her abilities and still has a lot to learn, we were all there once and with you being a alpha now Scott...I thought that maybe it would be a good time for you to learn how to help someone that's struggling like Liam but a bit differently." Derek said. 

"How is she different from other werewolves, if your all the same?" Kira asked Derek, as she sat next to Scott. "Kira take it easy. She might be like us, but she could also be more like Derek and Peter." Scott told her, before looking at Derek. "That's actually why I brought him here. She suffers from mood swings and anger like he does,  but she can show you what she can do." Derek spoke. 

"Great someone like my father." Malia mumbled as stiles sat next to her. "I'm sure that she's not completely like your father, but if you can shift into a wolf like them that's actually pretty cool." Stiles said. "Not really helpful stiles." She told him, before rolling her eyes. 

Derek looked over at his uncle then behind him at the darkness behind them both. "It's okay, you can show them". Derek said. 

Peter looked at his nephew, before catching a whiff of the scent that he smelt earlier as he turned around and saw glowing purple eyes through the darkness. He then watched as the blackest yet biggest wolf he had ever seen,

jumped out of the darkness and right at him knocking him to the ground. Which caused him to narrow his eyes and show his wolf fangs/teeth along with his eyes.

He looked dead square at the wolf, before watching as they got off him after growling/snarling in his face. 

Derek stood there smirking amused, as he watched Peter with the newest member of their team.

"Peter meet Shadow. Shadow meet Peter my annoying yet irritating uncle that nobody likes, who will be helping train you along with Scott." He watched as Shadow and Peter glared at each other, as Peter stood up.

"Oh no, I'm not helping train them." Peter told his nephew. 

"First off it's a she and second off, both of you are going to have to get along and work together okay? I can't train her and I'm not letting Scott work with her when she's in wolf form. You know better then anyone what it's like to be full or rage and anger all the time. Your the only one here strong enough to handle her." 

Peter rolled his eyes at his nephew, as he crossed his arms kept staring at the wolf. "Fine..I'll train her, but I'm not going to go easy on her especially with the training. With a attitude like this someone will get hurt." Peter said,

before growling lowly at the wolf as she growled back.

"Okay you two enough!” Derek roared as his teeth and fangs came out as his eyes went blue. “Both of you need to either take the this out to the woods, or you both can grow up and get along.”

You have to work with each other. Especially since we have bigger problems to deal with, like I don't know maybe the Japanese people that are hunting people including us. So both of you two need to get along, before we have to face them alright?" 

"Fine." Peter said, before walking away and going to cool off he was definitely more moodier then normal and it's been ever since he smelled that scent today.

[lezonlinedatingstories]

Women with Musical Instruments

What’s going on with women who want me to hold onto their musical Instrument and to keep me stringing along to them?

A friend referred to me as a lady from online dating. She went on a date with her first and thought I would like her. Don’t get me wrong, my date and I had a lot of similar hobbies like tennis and golf. We also had similar interests in instruments, and playing an instrument with someone else was excellent. I played the violin, and she played the cello. But as the week went on, she started acting strange. She told me she had a crush on her life coach. She would use some excuse to see her coach as much as possible. She was being creepy and a stocker. She asked me if I could hold or sell her cello because she needed the money.

I was afraid to sell it if she went weird on me and wanted more than I could sell it for. When she moved to another city, she would call me and ask me to rescue her from being raped or abused by some stranger. Later, she starts threatening that if I don’t give her the cello back, I owe her money. She was getting crazy, and somehow, I needed to stop seeing her, even if it was only friendship. Thank goodness, her job got further and further away from me. But the final draw was that I had to find a way to return the cello. One day, she happened to be in town to move some of her belongings, so I told her to meet me at McDonald’s nearest to her. At first, she said she would not take her cello and would throw it away. I told her to get it from where I dropped it off, or I would let someone take it from her. As I drove away, I saw her quickly pick up the cello and run to her next destination. From that day forth, I never saw or heard from her. 

I then had another date with someone else in a similar situation. We dated for over six months. We got along, but she was super emotional, up and down. Even her son would say something to her. One afternoon, she had a party by her pool for her twin brothers’ birthday. I was exhausted lugging things for her from her apartment to her swimming pool and back. I felt as though I was her slave with all of her demands. Her brothers entered her flat, so I tagged and relaxed in her air-conditioned room. It happened on a hot summer day, and I was tired. She finally stomped inside her apartment, screaming at her brothers for being party poopers for taking off so early, and told them to leave. Then, she told me about not being outside the pool with her. She didn’t want to hear my explanation, so she kicked me out of her apartment. That was the final straw, so I didn’t see her for a long time. She texted me to come to get the ukulele she bought for my son. I was unsure of her mood swings, so I stopped by after my camping trip. I told a friend that wanted me to drive her car to camp if we could stop by my ex’s house. I continued to ask her to take the driver’s seat when we got there in case I got chased out of her house with a ukulele. When I explained, my friend choked on her coffee as she imagined me running towards her car with a ukulele, my son following behind me, and my ex running after us. We couldn’t stop laughing and enjoyed our trip back home. The transition went smoothly, but I am sure my ex wanted me back because of the nice gesture toward my son. So, what’s up with women who give you an instrument to hold you hostage, to lead you on? LOL

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Hello I love your blog so much and I was curious- how do you think Teen Gohan coped with the fact he killed someone? Specifically his father. After the Cell Saga of course. Like would he hve preferred he was dead instead of Goku?

^^"

Hey, thank you so much! And sorry I didn't get around to this sooner, it has been stewing on the back of my mind for ages and I wanted to draw something for it but couldn't come up with anything concrete...

ANYWAYS

I am very, very torn on interpretations for this tbh and swing many ways. I've read all the fanfiction and seen all the fanart, from Gohan being basically on the verge of suicide (I don't like those fics, but I've read them) to Gohan being overjoyed because he hated his father apparently (I, unfortunately, liked those at one point...) to Gohan having normal reactions and everything in between. Depending on my mood and the goal I want to accomplish in a story, the way I prefer he react changes. I also think many different interpretations sound more or less canon; I don't really have a staunch canon interpretation.

That being said, if you were to ask me right now I'd probably say...well, even now I'm torn XD My brain is thinking a few things:

He was fine, albeit a bit guilty at times. Goku made it clear to him during the Cell Saga fight that it wasn't his fault, that Gohan should direct his anger to Cell instead, that Goku was having a lot of fun with King Kai, etc. And it's true that without Gohan, the Earth wouldn't have been saved. And Gohan has lots of other support in his life: Chichi, Piccolo, Krillin primarily but also the others, and they would beat him up the moment they notice he's blaming himself again. So I think he mostly thinks about his father in a positive light: reminiscing on good times, feeling nostalgic, appreciating his father for protecting him, especially on Namek against Freiza (which seems to have impacted Gohan the most), and just generally thinking fondly of Goku, not having it tainted by memories of the Cell Games.

He felt guilty, but hid it well. This comes out in some DBZ games I think...there was that one game that had Cell come back and Gohan got angry at Cell, telling him he killed Goku, but Cell threw it back at him, and Gohan got angrier but clearly still beat himself up for it. In DBZ Kakarot, Piccolo calls Gohan out for still blaming himself for his dad's death, and Gohan decides to keep the Super Saiyan hair for a while to process his dad's death and his new role as protector. I think this Gohan channels his guilt into trying to be the new protector of Earth (in a self-destructive way, like "why can't I be stronger?" or "I have to be stronger so that doesn't happen again" kind of way), except that just makes him uneasy because Gohan's not like Goku and taking on the burden of being Earth's sole protector is a lot for him.

Gohan does say something like "I wish it would've been me" right after Goku dies. So I think it's plausible that this feeling comes back time to time, but I see this feeling coming back for any of the survivors (I'm sure Krillin's felt the same multiple times for multiple people).

Sorry for the essay LOL but those are my thoughts! Hope I answered your question and thanks again for the ask (and sorry for the long wait!).

Oh, to add: Gohan doesn’t like killing people, but Gohan has killed before. I don’t really know what Gohan thinks about the people he killed, but a lot of them were grunts and a lot of it was in self-defense -- I don’t think it keeps him up at night. Or maybe it does? I don’t have concrete interpretations for this, but part of me thinks it’s just par for the course of being an overpowered half-Sayian forced to protect his friends and save the world against genocidal villains...

[sailorshadzter]

some more inukag.

man i am definitely back on my bullshit when it comes to them lol

"Ow!"  

The remark comes sharp and tart, the arm she tends to being yanked from her grip. She sighs, but draw backs all the same, staring at the disgruntled hanyou with sharp but steady eyes. "It burns," he says as if this explains all. Now comes a roll of her eyes as she takes hold of his elbow and pulls him back towards her, shaking her head.  

She must wonder how someone such as him- who withstands sword swings and death blows- cries out when all she's done is apply antiseptic. "It wouldn't sting so much if you'd just hold still." She admonishes as she returns to dabbing this wound of his.  

They had narrowly escaped Naraku and his minions, this particular wound had come from Kagura, a single wind blade nicking him in the final moments. He’s tough, she knows as well as anybody just how strong he was, but she can’t help but to worry about him, to want to ensure his wounds are clean and bandaged. That tomorrow he would wake up as strong and steady as he was today. “Kagome, I’m fine,” he grumbles, but this time, does not pull his arm away. Rather, he sighs and watches as she wraps his arm in something she calls gauze; truthfully, it does feel better now that she’s finished. “Thank you,” he says a moment later as their eyes meet and a smile tugs at her lips. He loves the sight of it, even if he can’t admit it.  

“Next time be more careful,” she says with a wag of her finger, thinking back to that moment. The one where he’d thought it was over, that he’d thought they’d won. But when the smoke had cleared, it was Kagura coming for them, those devilish wind blades making their way towards the both of them. As always, InuYasha had protected her at the cost of his own injury, and she wishes she were stronger, like Sango, like Miroku, like him.  

“Hey,” he says, head tilting, golden eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “What is it?” He asks, knowing something was off, something has changed. He’s known her long enough to know her every mood, her every thought, her every move. “Tell me, Kagome.”  

She blinks, but chuckles, because despite his usual demeanor, of course he knows. Of course, he notices. “I just wish I was stronger... So, I could protect you and the others.” She admits softly, speaking the words she’s yet to admit to anyone. “In fights like that one, I feel useless.”  

“Keh,” comes his reply, followed by a roll of his eyes. But then as his gaze returns back to her, he realizes this is something that really eats at her. It’s something that really bothers her. “Kagome, you are strong,” he says without hesitation, thinking of every moment up until that one where he’s astonished him with her strength, with the fight that lived there within her. “You’re the strongest person I know,” he goes onto say, softer now, gentler now, turning his body so he might fully face her. She was the only person to have nearly killed Naraku, the only person to retain control of her own soulless body, the only person to stand up to Sesshomaru without fear in her eyes. He thinks of her shouting his name in the thick of a fight, thinks of her shedding tears for him, shedding blood for him... There was no one that had done that for him before her. He doesn’t know quite how to say it, but she was strong in other ways, ways beyond wielding a sword or fighting an enemy. She’s making a face now and he’s sighing, shaking his head. “I mean it.” 

Hearing his words sends chills down her spine. 

“You’re stronger than you think,” he says then, softer than ever before, in a tone she’s not heard before. He’s staring at her with such intensity she thinks for a moment that the world has stopped spinning around her, that the breath in her lungs will not come. Perhaps more words would come, but it’s Miroku and Sango entering now, interrupting as they so often do. Kagome can’t help but to chuckle as she turns to pack up her bag, but his words echo within her mind: you’re the strongest person I know. 

Maybe that was enough. 

[onceupon]

London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!! 

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library. 

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table. 

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.” 

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table. 

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair. 

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes. 

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept. 

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice. 

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing. 

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant. 

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses. 

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff. 

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky. 

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip. 

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons. 

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend�� stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide. 

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.  

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears. 

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies 

Olivia: :( 

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind. 

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp. 

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears. 

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body. 

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up. 

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile. 

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning. 

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee. 

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat. 

“So what are you chasing tonight?” 

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead. 

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously. 

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on. 

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return. 

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger. 

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement. 

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow. 

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted. 

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed. 

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows. 

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence. 

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking. 

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued. 

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head. 

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now. 

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober. 

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you. 

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night. 

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things. 

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before. 

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days. 

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. 

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did. 

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own. 

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off. 

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops. 

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall. 

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside. 

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you. 

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone. 

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again. 

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