#I wasn’t gonna tag it but just in case I don’t post all the doodle page I wanna show this one

[sqwdkllr]

Olimar says something extremely concerning and then walks away too casually part 33

[leighsartworks216]

You Have A Type, Don't You?

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Based on this post

I wrote this instead of doing any of the work I need to do! I'm gonna go do that now lol

Warnings: innuendos, minor references to sex, the barest hints of jealousy

Word Count: 1,601

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Your pencil scratched across the paper, drawing Astarion over and over again on a single page. This wasn’t anything surprising; you drew all of your companions. Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Shadowheart, Lae’zel - they all had pages of their own, but it was usually only one drawing. Some had even posed for it. It was just a way to relax, and their faces always lit up when you showed them, even if they tried not to show it.

Everyone needed a break from fighting and exploring day in day out, so you decided one more day here wouldn’t hurt. As such, you’ve spent the better half of the day just drawing. At first it was little doodles of Scratch, but then you realized you hadn’t drawn the vampire spawn yet.

Most of the expressions you captured came from memory. You’d occasionally sneak a glance for quick reference, pretending to stretch or get distracted by some birds. But at some point, he’d disappeared from camp. You just assumed he’d gone off hunting.

That assumption was proved quite wrong when a voice tsked over your shoulder, almost directly in your ear.

Startling away from the sound, you whipped around to see Astarion crouched down. He wore a self-satisfied smirk and settled down into a full sit on the ground.

“It seems someone is infatuated,” he teased. “So who is it? Someone we saved from peril, perhaps?”

Oh. Right. It had completely slipped your mind.

You cleared your throat as your cheeks warmed and smiled. “Y-Yeah, something like that.”

He chuckled. “Come on, darling, there’s nothing to be shy about. Spare none of the juicy details. What’s he like?”

“He’s, well,” you stammer, “he’s interesting.”

He scoffed. “That’s hardly juicy or a detail. Or is he just another pretty face?” He leaned forward, trying to get a better look at your drawings. You wanted to pull them away and hide them, but why? All the others had drawings done of them, and you loved showing it off when they were done. Why was this any different?

“No, he’s a lot more than that,” you admit quietly. You weren’t good at lying - usually Astarion took the lead any time you had to - but maybe if you didn’t tell a complete lie… “He’s funny, charming. His laugh lights up my world. He’s had a rough go of it, but he doesn’t like it to show.”

“He must like you if you know,” he hummed. Your heart leapt into your throat as he pointed to the pin pricks drawn on the neck. “Is he a vampire, too?” He chuckled, but it sounded strained. “You have a type, don’t you?”

You scoffed even as warmth flooded to your cheeks. “No! I do not have a type.”

“No, of course not,” he played along. “Certainly not for creatures of the night who bite into that pretty little neck of yours.” Despite his smile, there was a tension in his eyes. “I don’t mind, dear. I’d be more than happy to scrounge around some nights so you may indulge your new lover.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to do that, Astarion,” you assured. “He’s not… We’re not together.”

“No?” You shook your head again. He opened his mouth to give you advice or console you, but you cut him off. It was better to end this fantasy now, before it began to hurt too much.

“It doesn’t matter. Besides, you shouldn’t be sneaking around so you can look over my shoulder. I could have been drawing something terrible.”

He laughed. “All the more reason to risk a peek. You’re so good, it would be nice to know you can be tempted.” Then he scowled. “Unless it’s something terribly dull. You deserve much more than missionary.”

If your cheeks weren’t already blazing hot…

“In any case, I was only wondering when you’d draw my portrait. You seemed more than happy to provide the others with a likeness. And…” He looked past you, seemingly far away. “I haven’t seen myself in two centuries. One gets curious, especially when you’re as vain as me.”

If he heard your heart start racing, he didn’t comment on it. Drawing him would make him realize it wasn’t some other vampire crush you were drawing. But, it had been a while since your adventure began, and you’d drawn everyone else. You swallowed down your anxiety. “Yeah! Of course! Did you wanna pose, or anything?”

He blinked and suddenly he was back in the present. A sly smirk covered up whatever emotions could be lingering on his face. “If your little vampire friend doesn’t get too jealous. I would actually like if you could draw me just,” he paused, “smiling. It would be nice to know what everyone else sees. Make sure I’m not off-putting, you know how it is.”

Once he was sitting comfortably, you turned to a fresh page and began drawing. The paper was hidden from his view, but he watched as your hand, wrist, and arm all moved in tandem like a clock’s gears to create an image. Your eyes moved between the sketch and him multiple times. Sometimes you’d glance up and draw for almost a minute. Then other times you kept going back and forth, constantly checking for reference.

Watching you work was fascinating. All your surroundings faded away. Karlach being her usual loud self, Wyll dancing, Gale cooking, Lae’zel sharpening weapons - nothing could turn your attention from him. He almost felt subconscious with the intensity of it. Your eyes studied him, taking in every single feature, and translated it to your journal. What did you see when you looked at him, he wondered. What did the world see? It had been so long, he couldn’t even remember his face. All he knew was he was attractive.

With a final few marks, brushed away to blend them into the rest, you looked down at your masterpiece. You were so caught up in the drawing you forgot why you were hesitant before, but now that Astarion stared at you from two different angles, your anxiety came back full force. There was no way out of this.

“All done, dear?”

You smiled shakily up at him and turned the journal around. His face scrunched up in confusion. When he met your eyes, he was decidedly unamused. “Darling, if you’re going to draw your fleeting fancy, don’t trick me first. I know it’s hard to see past the depraved bloodlust, but we don’t all look alike, you know.”

“No, Astarion, it’s not- I-”

While you fought to find words, Karlach picked up the slack. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouted across the camp, “IT’S YOU, FANGS!”

Dread washed over you. You closed your eyes. If a merciful god was going to kill you and rid you of this embarrassment, now would be the time. A bolt of lightning, perhaps. You’d even welcome decapitation.

You risked a glance when you felt your book being tugged carefully from your hands. His eyes were wide, mouth slightly open as he tried to comprehend what the fuck had just happened. Gods, now he was going to leave camp. You buried your face in your hands. He was going to pack everything up and leave before the sun even touched the horizon. And you’d never see him again. Maybe you’d go find Cazador yourself, just to kill the bastard.

“All these drawings… are me? Darling?”

You inhaled deeply and lowered your hands, but you couldn’t bear looking at him. He could stab you with his dagger and you’d apologize to him for it all. Hell, you’d let him drink you dry if it meant leaving this all behind you. “You’re very pretty,” you admitted quietly. “I didn’t know how to ask, and just- You can rip the pages out, burn them, whatever makes you feel better. And if you leave, I won’t blame you or chase after you or-”

“I’m not upset.” Your head never shot up so fast. “Well, a little. You’re not subtle when you stare, you know. I thought you were just uncomfortable being around a vampire, but this…” He turned back to the portrait you’d just finished. “This is really what I look like?”

You swallowed away a small portion of the shame. At least he wasn’t running away. “As best as I can capture you, anyway. Y-You’ve got these sharp eyes, and your hair curls around your ears, and you get little wrinkles around your eyes and mouth when you laugh - and I just like drawing you.”

The page flipped over again. The page of expressions, capturing everything you described. When he smiled full and bright his fangs were on full display, accented by the laugh lines on either side of his mouth. And the puncture wounds on his neck…

“Ah, so when I said you had a type…” He chuckled, but it didn’t hold as much warmth as usual.

“Your laugh does light up my world,” you admit. His red eyes were on you in an instant, flickering over your whole face. “Just, for the record.”

He glanced at the drawings once more, contemplative. Then, he held the book back out to you. “I wouldn’t be… opposed to trying this. Whatever this is.”

You reached out to take it, but he pulled it away. “But, no more sneaking glances across camp when you want to draw me. I would be delighted to model for you again, in any pose your sweet heart can concoct.” He held the book out again. “Deal?”

You grabbed onto the book, finally relaxing as you smiled. “Deal.”

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[dreagine]

Was gonna leave a comment but it was too long—

First off, wanna say I’m sorry for making you feel that way, and if you’re no longer motivated to draw them again yourself. That was never the intention!! I just thought the idea was fun, and wanted to try it myself!

I do understand where you’re coming from though, especially since I didn’t directly tag you(which wasn’t meant to make it harder to link the idea back to you, I’m just never sure about tagging people I’ve never spoken to), so I’m very sorry for that as well, in hindsight I probably should’ve just tagged you anyways.

And I never meant to steal your idea! Again, it was just supposed to be a fun little doodle, I didn’t think about it that way. But I’m more than willing to take the post down if that’d be better? I don’t ever want to make anyone upset with this kind of stuff, especially in a case where you were excited about an idea and this all soiled that :(

Funny little Broomie-sans thing!!!

Based on this whole thread: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomsoda/715506927857238016/ink-x-broomie

And I’d say heavily inspired by @/fandomsoda’s design!!!

But yeah, made them just for funsies<3 + Broomie x Ink doodle lol

[hufflautia]

Different Love Languages

✨COMMENTS+REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED✨  They motivate me and make me supes happy, so please pretty please reblog and/or comment!! It doesnt even have to be a coherent comment, keysmash if you must! ok fanks go read now and enjoy <3

Summary: Hufflepuff is the type of person to express her love verbally but Slytherin is different; he hardly says “I love you” and Hufflepuff worries that maybe it’s because he doesn’t love her as much as she loves him. Our darling puff will realize that this is simply not the case. People just have different love languages. 

Hufflepuff loved Slytherin. She really did. In fact, she reminded him frequently. 

“I love you,” she chortled during breakfast when Slytherin had cast a spell to make the bacon strips float around in a dancing manner so that she would cheer up after reading depressing news from the Daily Prophet. Another time, she cooed the term of endearment as he held her tightly in his arms, swaying to the sound of music in the background. 

The thing was that Slytherin rarely said “I love you” in the entirety of their relationship. Instead of saying it back to her, he often replied by cupping her cheeks tenderly and leaning in for another kiss. Other times, he responded with a loving smile, his eyes glowing with warmth and infatuation.

It’s not that Hufflepuff thought Slytherin didn’t love her. She could definitely see it in the way that he looked at her, in those stolen glances when he thought she wasn’t looking. She could feel it when he held her close at night, his arms wrapped protectively around her. 

However, a part of her- the small shadow of doubt within her heart that told her that Slytherin didn’t care for her as much as she did for him- just wished for some kind of affirmation, a clear signal that said, “I love you.” 

One day, Hufflepuff and Slytherin sat side by side in Potions class, listening to Professor Slughorn drone on and on about Felix Felicis. She was absentmindedly staring at the board when Slytherin slid his notes in front of her so that she could see the doodle he drew on the side of his paper. 

*Credit: Beastflaps*  

Hufflepuff bit her lip to suppress a laugh and squeezed his hand 3 times.  

Unfamiliar with the motion, Slytherin asked what the squeezes meant.

“It means I love you,” she whispered. Her voice was soft so that Professor Slughorn didn’t overhear their conversation.  

Nevertheless, Slytherin heard every word. A smile tugged at his lips and he immediately squeezed it back. He didn’t just stop there; he repeated the gesture about 6 times- and Potions class hadn’t even ended yet. 

From that day forward, Slytherin constantly told her I love you. Sometimes he squeezed her hand randomly- before he left for Quidditch practice, during breakfast when she passed him a plate of toast, and after he walked her back to the dormitory. 

Aside from that, he would occasionally tap out the gesture with his finger. 

Tap tap tap. 

Hufflepuff looked up from her book and made eye contact with Slytherin from across the room. She knew what it meant. She always did. 

Slytherin said I love you all the time now, more often than Hufflepuff’s verbal “I love you”. 

She realized that he had a different love language from her, and that was ok. It was the love itself that mattered. 

On their wedding day, as the officiant performed the ceremony, Hufflepuff looked up at Slytherin with adoration. “I love you,” she whispered. 

He smiled warmly at her and squeezed her hand four times. 

I love you too. 

~

Based on a true story! If you can’t see the link that I attached, here it is: 

https://www.reddit.com/r/Marriage/comments/ahb1c1/sometimes_i_forget_my_husband_has_a_different/ 

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Author’s note: YAYAY HI!!! DID YOU LIKE THAT?? 

probably yall @ me rn lmaoaoao

You might be wondering why i wrote this one-shot. There was no special occasion this time, I just got a bonk of inspiration one day. also i felt bad for reblogging my ice skating oneshot so much (i did it to respond to other peoples reblogs) and i sent an ask to my favorite fanfic writer, asking her about what happens if i reblog my own work and if it pushes my fanfic up the algorithm, and she answered my question but also said that she usually deletes her reblogs bc her followers would probably get annoyed if they kept seeing the same work over and over again. i felt bad bc i had just done that, and i didnt want yall to constantly see the same fanfic all the time, so i wanted to give u something new. also i was thinking back on that person who said that my writing was sporadic (they werent trying to be mean). Sporadic basically means spaced out and occuring at different intervals. i felt bad bc my writing is definitely spread out by one month for some reason. im not sure what this means for next month bc i never write 2 fanfics in one month. does this mean that i wont write a fanfic for november? hopefully not. ok that sounds sad, im sure it doesnt but who knows bc the college process thingies is killing me 

I wrote out the general details of the story at 1 am one night when i was trying to sleep lmaoao heres a screenshot: 

This is basically how I write for most of my fanfics at first, it consists of the general info along with some specific details.

At first, the one-shot was gonna be a drabble (aka a story that’s only 100 words long) but when I finished writing it, I went to wordcounter to check the number of words and it was 500! i was like oop ok im just gonna call it a oneshot then. i wrote part of the story on sunday morning and then i went to exercise in the park with my sister. afterwards, i wanted to keep working on it but then i became swamped with college stuff so i stopped. i started writing again today (its monday, but im posting it on tuesday, aka today for you- or maybe not if ur not reading this on the day that i posted it) and i surprisingly finished- but that was probably a bad idea to be writing the oneshot during this week because i have a lot of exams, but lets look at the bright side, i finished the story!

I didn’t think of the idea completely on my own. I actually read the reddit story (found it in a thread on insta) a few years ago, and I don’t know why but I was thinking about it that night and I decided to make a one-shot out of it! Isn’t it such a sweet story (the actual story, not this)?? It would be kinda nice if I reached out to the person and said, hey i wrote a story based on you and ur husband! 

Anyways, I just made a meme: 

i didnt actually get up, i just opened the notes app on my phone in the dark and wrote the details down. 

this isn’t related but i made a meme about the ice skating oneshot:

I’m gonna cut the authors note short (i usually write a lot. its funny when u go back and see my authors note in chapter 1 of the slytherpuff series, bc its so so short. wowza, times have rlly changed!) bc i think i have at least 2 exams tomorrow. this is gonna be me when i post this one-shot in the morning: 

bc i have to wake up early and i am most definitely not a morning person:/ OH GOD OK I HAVE TO STUDY NOW- 

Love you all, thank you for reading! TOODELOOOOOOO

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Anon said: I'm sooo happy you're getting into ToG. I have a feeling you're gonna love Baylord Yama when he's introduced. For many reasons...

I’m actually caught up with the webtoon!!!! But you’re right, I do love Yama ;;;; for many, many reasons ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; I drew him too!!!! Though I’ll have to draw him a few times more before he’ll look anywhere close to how good he looks when SIU draws him haha he’s too good-looking for me

Anon said: Hey someone by the name of icyhot-4life here on tumblr reposted one of your krbk pieces, not sure if you knew. They’ve also reposted other artists works but I think they just don’t know about rebloging?

Anon said: The user icyhot-4life posted some of your art wothout credit (they did keep in the watermark though) and I thought you should know

Anon said: Errr I’m not sure about this but I think that icyhot-4life on tumblr has reposted an artwork of yours?? It still has your watermark but no link and there are some other pieces from other artists that have no source either. Again, not sure but I though I’d tell u in case it was a repost!

Thank you all for the heads-up! And everyone who tagged me in the post too! I reported the post so now all we can do is wait for it to be taken down

Anon said: I love you

Not sure what I did to deserve it but thank you!!!

Anon said: YOU ARE MY FAVORITE ARTIST AND YOU'VE BEGUN DRAWING TOG FANART I CANT HANDLE THE LEVEL OF AWESOMENESS THIS ENTAILS

I’M SO HAPPY YOU’RE HAPPY ABOUT IT cause atm my brain is all about tog and I just want to draw 99% of the characters in it and also khunbam I want to draw a lot of khunbam

Anon said: hi ok so sometimes i scroll thru your blog when i'm feeling sad bc your krbks and other doodles are just. clenches fist. very good. the hugs especially but it just reminds me that it's okay to slow down and take a moment to be quiet before u get back up and at 'em again. thank u i hope u have a wonderful day

Anon you’re gonna make me cry ;;;;;;;;;; thank you so much, I’m glad my doodles can help you like that!! <3

Anon said: I fricken love how to draw baku and jirou as friends. the friendship we need

Glad you like it!!! They’re made to be bros and nothing horikoshi may ever do will ever make me change my mind about this

Anon said: Hey, so i was looking at kiribaku stuff on tumblr and saw a drawing that looked awfully similar to a drawing you did and im not sure if its traced (at least partially) or heavily referenced. idk if this really matters but i could give you the link if you'd like

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh if you could direct me towards it it’d be nice! I don’t mind if it’s just a vague reference but I’ve had people tracing my stuff in the past without asking and that’sssssssssssssssssssssss not something that feels very nice orz

Anon said: it’s kami’s bday 😳💛

It was!!! I sadly wasn’t in the right mindset to draw birthday art for him that day, but a bunch of the things I did for him in the past years got a spike in activity!!! It was so nice to see, thank you all so much!

Anon said: i have gone through your blog countless times and u still never cease to amaze : )

That’s so sweet of you!!!!! TTATT thank you!! <3

[bjy-on-ao3]

Fic Friday: Helping Hand

(As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

This story feels like fan content-ception to me, as it spawned from some NSFW art I made featuring Izaya, which was made from doodles to start with. Still scheming, but a lot more simple than my other fics with Izaya. Leaving this one a little open-ended in case I came back to it for Izaya returning the favor as he suggested. Not currently decided for sure though. I recently got my first request for Izaya and am brewing that, though it could be some time before I can get something down. It should be pretty fun though and spicier than this. (Note: Apologies for no cut - I am not sure how I add a cut with the new editor :/) Summary Invited over to Izaya’s apartment, Reader arrives too early and interrupts the informant’s alone time. And unfortunately (or fortunately), Izaya has no qualms about asking for a little help. Tags/Warnings Blowjobs, Come Swallowing, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut

Helping Hand (F! Reader/Izaya Orihara)

Arriving at the non-descript door in the hall of the impressive-looking apartment building, you hesitated. A few quick glances confirmed the numbers by the door matched up with the information listed in your phone’s address book. A few times before you had been to the apartment, but you hadn’t memorized everything about the address. All things considered, it was surprising you weren’t late this time, as you had been each time in the past. Maybe you were improving a little.

You raised a fist and drummed it against the door, starting light and polite. Nothing. You rapped harder. Surely that was loud enough to be heard? Your assumption was disproved when all that met you was silence, leaving you alone still in the hallway. You frowned in frustration and impatience. You knocked a third time, waiting a minute, wondering if he was preoccupied or just enjoying making you wait. When all remained quiet again, your frown deepened.

You looked back down at your phone, silently navigating to the texting feature and typing you a message irritably.

(X:XX PM): I’m here. I knocked, but I guess you didn’t hear it.

You didn’t need to wait more than fifteen seconds before your phone buzzed in reply. Two words met your gaze, followed after a moment by a second slightly longer message.

Izaya (X:XX PM): You’re early.

Izaya (X:XX PM): I’m a little busy right now.

You paused, your scowl becoming confusion, and you scrolled back up through the conversation. The log confirmed the time you had been told and the one in the corner of your phone matched. ‘ Early? Right. Don’t tell me Izaya of all people forgot.’

(X:XX PM): I checked and either I’m on time or you screwed up and sent me the wrong time.

Arguing with him wouldn’t do you any good one way or another; Izaya wasn’t one to genuinely apologize for any inconveniences he caused others. But correcting him made you feel a little better and somewhat less cross at least.

Izaya (X:XX PM): Oh, did I?

Izaya (X:XX PM): Well, if you don’t like waiting, you can just come in. Door’s unlocked.

Your face twisted again, now into a skeptical surprise. Izaya just left his door unlocked? Izaya Orihara, the man who had probably as many enemies as he had clients, decided it was smart to let whoever wanted to waltz right in. Yeah, that made sense. You wondered if he enjoyed the excitement of the potential danger.

(X:XX PM): Hardly seems like a good idea for YOU to leave your door unlocked, but whatever.

With a dismissive shrug, you tucked your phone into your pocket and reached for the knob. Pushing it open, you stepped inside quickly and closed it gently behind you. You took a step away before pausing, turning back and locking the door as an afterthought. Izaya could endanger himself all he wanted, but you would rather there be at least some kind of barrier between whatever messy trouble came looking for him.

Walking past the foyer, you expected to see him perched on his chair, clacking noisily away at his keyboard, fixed on the screens of his computers and cellphones or something of the sort. The chair was empty though, turned away from the screens. You scanned the area for the ever-frustrating information broker. Quickly, you noticed him tucked away in the corner of the dark-colored leather section, his back facing you. His head rested against the couch, one long arm lying curled over its back. For someone supposedly busy, Izaya looked pretty relaxed from where you were standing.

“You don’t look real busy to me,” you accused once you spotted him.

Izaya shifted, tilting his head further back to glance over his outstretched arm at you. “Oh, I am, I assure you.” He looked and sounded as collected as ever, as if nothing could or should trouble him. Except… was it just you, or did his face seem a bit red? “But I’ll be just a few minutes. Feel free to wait for me there,” Izaya suggested. There was something off as well about the quality of his voice you couldn’t place.

“Uh huh,” you said, unsure if you felt unsettled or just irritated still. Maybe a little of both.

He had told you to wait, yet your curiosity nagged at you viciously, demanding to see what exactly preoccupied him. Or maybe it was indignation needing to see what was so pressing he couldn’t remember the time he had told you. You took a few steps, intending to round the recessed floor area and the sectional to see what he was doing.

“You really should wait over there,” he warned you casually, the strange tone of his voice sounding stronger, but still indecipherable.

You scoffed, ignoring the warning and carrying on. When you swept around the corner of the area though, what you saw stopped you dead in your tracks, poised on the lip of the steps down. At first the strangled squeak that burst from your mouth didn’t quite register, nor did the immediate hot flush that fell across your face.

Izaya looked very comfortable where he sat, leaning back into the plush cushions. From the top-down, at first he looked perfectly normal, if a little flushed, one of his usual ‘v’-neck shirts tantalizing displaying a bit of his delicate-looking collarbones. Though the picture grew more suspect the further you went. The hem of his shirt was lifted, askew and higher on one side than the other, exposing his lean torso. That wasn’t nearly so scandalous though, as even further down.

He sat nude from the waist down, his pants and belt pooled around his ankles. His cock stood prominently between his splayed legs, a flushed tone to match the rosy tint in cheeks and leaking pre-cum. As if walking on Izaya with his pants literally down wasn’t mortifying enough, one hand was wrapped leisurely around his cock. Obviously he had been in the process of jerking off, and still was, having not bothered to stop even once you had caught him in the act.

What you were looking at hit you all at once, and a stream of half-finished sentences exploded out. “I’I’m sorry, I-- But what are you--? Why would let me come in if that’s what you’re busy doing?! You began in an apologetic voice, though your apology quickly turned to indignation at the fact Izaya’d had plenty of time to put himself away before you came in. Before he invited you, for example, and then before he greeted you.

“Well, I did warn you.” Izaya’s speech held no hint of apology. The shameless, steady stroke of his hand up and down confirmed he was not bothered whatsoever. “Besides, you’re the one who wanted to show up early and be nosy, darling.”

At last you recognized the tone in his voice you hadn’t been able to place before. Something husky and thick, a silky accent to his already smooth voice. You felt stupid not being able to put two-and-two together from his voice and face.

“I’m not early! I-it’s not my fault you told me the wrong time,” you tried to hide the shakiness in your voice with anger, though you knew Izaya was a master at seeing through masks.

You wanted to turn, to look away, but you found yours glued to the sight of him, stunned like a deer in headlights. Maybe it was his audacity that was truly so stunning. I’m just gonna go and come back later,” you ground out through teeth after you tore your eyes away from the enticingly lewd scene.

“Oh? But like I said, I’ll only be a little bit.” You nearly choked again from Izaya’s boldness. He really expected you to just wait around while he jacked off like it was nothing? For someone who claimed to love humans and all their emotions and behaviors so much, you really wondered how much he really understood them sometimes. “You know, if you wanted to lend a hand, it might be even sooner.”

You made another embarrassing noise, your eyes snapping back around and fixing on his own. The expression in his sharp brown eyes told you he wasn’t just you or making some inappropriate joke, not completely. Izaya was dead serious suggesting you ‘lend him a hand’ with his current ‘business’. You should have been mad. You should have been uncomfortable. You should have walked away then. But something else was creeping up and up, suppressing what you should have done, leaving behind the sense that you didn’t quite hate the idea.

You weren’t ready to give in completely, though, not yet. “Was that your plan when you invited me over?” You tried to deflect once more, but your angry speech was half-hearted.

He gave a small shrug, still languorously pumping his hand up and down, smearing a new bead of pre-cum along the head of his dick. You licked your lips, and you weren’t sure whether it was from nerves or hunger. “Who knows? Maybe, maybe not.” Of course Izaya would give you a nonsense answered that told you nothing.

“Can you just put your pants on, please?” You tried weakly, a last ditch effort to squish down the hot feeling suffusing you and to call his bluff. But Izaya wouldn’t be moved.

“Weren’t you leaving though?” He questioned calmly. “So why should I? Then I can’t take care of this.” You groaned mentally at his ‘logic’ that amounted to his typical games. “So, what’s stopping you?”

You didn’t speak, listening only to the slick sound of Izaya stroking himself, as if trying to come up with an appropriate excuse. But there was none. You were still there because you wanted to be. You sputtered some nonsense at first, before sighing in defeat.

“I...I just… fine,” you mumbled, unable to meet his cutting gaze when you agreed.

He didn’t seem bothered or surprised by your admission, and when you looked back up, he was smirking widely, as if he had expected you to crumble and play right into his hands. “Well, what are you waiting for then?”

You nearly scowled at the impatience of the question, but shook your head. You approached quickly, stopping once you stood in front of him. You licked your lips again and swallowed thickly, kneeling between his legs. Up close and personal with his cock, it you for real the favor you had submitted yourself to. It made your stomach twist in a way that was pleasantly hot, but with a nervous flutter. But even if he would probably let you, there was no back down now. You had dug your hole and you intended to stay in it.

Feeling Izaya’s eyes burning down onto you, you lifted a hand tentatively, more intimidated than you would have admitted. You nearly jumped when the hand he had been pleasuring himself with seized yours. Your face was on fire as he guided your hand over his shaft, helping you wrap it around the heated skin. He made a small sound in the back of his throat at the contact, his palm lingering over your hand. Gingerly, you shifted your hand up and down, mimicking him, the skin hot and velvety under your fingers.

“There, just like that,” Izaya cooed, his hips rocking up into your touch. His hand left yours to bury itself in the cushion beside him.

You chanced a subtle glance up, past his exposed torso and up his chest. His head lolled back against the sofa back, and his chest rose and fell deeply in more noticeable, pleasured breaths as you stroked. He seemed more than willing to sit back and fully indulge in your touch, apparently a far more exhilarating experience than his own.

“What a good girl,” he praised as your grip tightened you pumped his cock more surely, enjoying the noises that vibrated up his chest. They were low and smooth, containing all the richness of his speaking voice, yet none of the frustrating teasing or condescension. “Mmph, a little hard, don’t be shy,” he coaxed, giving a particularly eager buck of his hips, a new drop of pre-cum beading on the head of his dick.

You did as instructed, and the sound of his breathing deepened more, the small, pleasant sounds morphing into longer, bawdy groans. “How’s that?” you prompted, the confidence from watching him come slowly undone steadying your voice, the sheer arousal in it surprising you.

“Mm, good, keep going.”

You stuck to the steady rhythm you had set, your tongue wetting suddenly dry lips again as you alternated between watching Izaya’s blissful form above you and his throbbing cock in front of you. You moved your idle hand up, cradling his balls in your palm and rubbing gently, rewarded with even more erotic noises. You weren’t sure whether you were more turned on by the eroticism of the sounds themselves, or the fact you were hardly ever heard Izaya sound so unrestrained.

Your gaze stopped, lingering on his cock, and you decided if you were going to help out, you may as well have a little more fun, as well as satisfy the hunger building in you. You bent forward, your breath fanning over the head hotly, and you barely caught a shiver roll through Izaya. You leaned closer, opening your mouth and licking coyly at the flushed head, the bitter taste of pre-cum flooding your senses.

“ Oh .” The word was surprised, excited almost, made even more so by the breathiness that carried it. “I didn’t even have to ask you to do that.” Your faced burned with embarrassment you fought to ignore, letting your lips wrap around the head, swirling your tongue along the underside. “More eager than you let on, I see. But I’m not complaining.”

Izaya relaxed more limply against the cushions, save for the rhythmic roll of his hips meeting the hot, wet touch of your mouth. You sank down on his cock more, slowly, trying to account for the motion of his hips to not choke yourself on his length. Fortunately, though it was steady, his pace was languid, letting you adjust easily. You took as much as you could without inciting your gag reflex, shifting between dancing your tongue along his skin or pressing flat against the underside or teasing the head where it connected to his shaft.

Above you, Izaya’s dulcet chorus of groans and mumbled words escalated and his fingers met the top of your head. They curled loosely, massaging methodically, neither forcing you down or adjust to a new pace.

“Hmm, and they say I’ve got a talented tongue,” Izaya hummed huskily and you couldn’t stifle a low moan in answer, the sound shooting through Izaya and making his hips stutter. “Sure seems like you know to use yours though,” he praised again, and you could make out the teasing tone you were so used to among his lusty, strained voice.

Izaya fell silent for a time, or at least he fell wordless, panting and groaning his pleasure, the sounds accentuated by the wet noises you made while you sucked him off. But Izaya’s was a mouth that couldn’t stand staying silent for long. “You can take a little more, can’t you?” He asked insistently, his fingers tightening their loose hold. He thrust his hips more roughly into your mouth as you sank down again, as if punctuating his question.

Tears stung at your eyes for an instant as the tip of his dick touched your throat and you inhaled deeply to relax it. You took in even more of his cock, noticing the roll of his hips slow, as if accommodating you to take his length more easily. When you pulled back, his hand only let you go so far, effectively keeping you from pulling away. You indulged him, satisfied with the even more ragged breaths replacing his words and more of the salty fluid leaking from him.

Your jaw was beginning to ache, but you ached elsewhere as well, and it urged you to continue. With your mouth wrapped around him so intimately, you could tell Izaya was getting very close to cumming, from the increasing cant of his hips to the harsh pitch of his breath to the way his cock twitched, even more hard.

“Mm, that’s it. Almost there.” Izaya confirmed your suspicions, the lustiness of his tone adding to the urgency. “If you don’t want a mouthful, you might want to stop,” he warned you, surprisingly considerate in the moment.

Your eyes flickered up, but you didn’t stop, trying to hum your acknowledgement around a mouthful of his dick, working him even more eagerly.

“Oh, shit, you’re more obscene than I thought. If that’s how you want it,” His excitement pierced his arousal again, as if he hadn’t expected you to be so wrapped up in servicing him.

Thrusting into your mouth more desperately, his hips finally stuttered as he finished, filling your mouth with hot ropes of thick that you swallowed as soon as the bitter taste swept over your tongue. Several especially long, feral moans drifted from Izaya’s lips as you drank him down, until at last he was spent and there was nothing left for you to swallow. You drew away, wiping a smear of drool and some stray cum from your mouth with the back of your hand and resting back on your knees.

“There, that’s taken care of,” you said, your attempt to sound level and collected ruined by your own arousal making your voice overly breathy. “Now did you actually have a reason for inviting me over?”

Izaya laughed breathlessly, as if amused by your change of pace, lying boneless against the sectional. “Of course, my dear,” he answered when his laughter died, tipping his head forward to look at you. “I wouldn’t lie to your like that. Though, if you’d like, I can return the favor. It sounds like you need it.”

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PROFOUND MEMBER MASTERPOST FOR SEPTEMBER 2020!

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The Heroes’ Journey (E, 36k)

When you perform a spell to defeat God himself, there’s bound to be side effects — such as every version of Team Free Will getting zapped to an alternate universe. The former residents of the Endverse find themselves in an underground bunker full of the kinds of food they haven’t seen in years and clothes that magically fit them. As Dean adjusts to life in a world where Croatoan never got out of control, he faces some tough questions: Can he forgive Sam for saying yes to Lucifer? And is his relationship with Cas really beyond saving? The residents of the bunker, meanwhile, wake up as employees of HunterCorp, whose CEO is one John Winchester. Being around people Dean lost years ago is no picnic, and it’s changing the dynamic of his relationship with Cas in ways he never expected. But is the change meant to last, or will they fall back into old patterns when they return to their own universe?

Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed, Slow Dancing, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Recovery From Drug Addiction

Home (G, 2.2k)

This is the story of a car, and the boy who loves it so fiercely, it becomes a home. As the boy grows into a man, his car is the one constant in his life. Until, one day, he meets an angel, and "home" takes on a new meaning.

Tags: Canon Compliant, POV Impala, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff, Kid Fic, Castiel and Dean Winchester Are Great Dads

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nickelkeep - @nickelkeep - nickelkeep

Huckleberry, Cherry, or Lime (E, 5.7k)

Two men. Two Identical injuries. For Dean and Cas, is that where the similarities start or end?

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Misunderstandings, Fluff and Smut and Humor, No Angst, Minor Injuries, Stitches, Hurt Dean Winchester, Hurt Castiel, Hurt/Comfort

Text Me in the Morning (T, 2.7k)

"Just blowing off steam?" Sam glared at Dean. "So, you haven't been honest with him, or you haven't been honest with yourself?" "Excuse me?" Dean set his mug on the table and crossed his arms, staring at Sam. "It means that you're in love with Cas, and won't admit it. Figures my brother is a coward."

Tags: Canon Compliant, Established Castiel/Dean, Secret Relationship, Long-Suffering Sam, Sam is a Little Shit, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean, Misunderstandings, Texting, Castiel and Dean Need to Use Their Words

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castielslostwings - @castielslostwings - Castielslostwings

After the End (E, 27k)

In 2014, Dean Winchester led a raid on the asylum in Detroit where a Sam-wearing-Lucifer was waiting for him. Everyone knows what happened next: the Chitaquan soldiers who accompanied Dean died horribly at the hands of Lucifer’s minions while Lucifer murdered Dean in the garden below and warned the Dean from days past that no matter what he tried, he would always end up there. There were no survivors. Or were there? This story picks up where “The End” leaves off, from Castiel’s perspective from inside the asylum, a twist of fate, and conditional divine intervention no one saw coming. It details what happens after Lucifer dies, Dean lives, and the world doesn’t actually stop turning. A canon-compliant “fix-it” fic for the Endverse and a Dean and Cas who deserved better. Or: "The End" was not the End. This is the story of what came after.

Tags: Endverse fix-it, Happy endverse, temp MCD (dean's canon death in the rose garden), low-angst, canon-compliant (I swear, this is a happy fix-it), explicit sex, s15 tie-ins.

Wait For It (E, 44k)

With Chuck out of the picture and Jack stepping up as the New God, Team Free Will suddenly has to face the most difficult mission they've ever tackled: moving on. Change is tough, that's a given. What's not new? Dean's coping mechanisms being the absolute worst. Problem is, this time, his stubborn refusal to leave the past where it belongs lands him in hot water that's so deep, even Castiel may not be able to pull him out in time. An epic post-canon love story about a hunter who can't seem to look forward and an ex-angel who is done looking back.

Tags: Post-canon, Alternate ending to Season 15, illustrated, getting together, love confessions, hurt/comfort, kidnapped Dean, BAMF Castiel, explicit sex, very happy ending. Accompanied by art by @ladyrandombox.

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lovemuppet - @haybibiboi - lovemuppet

“How Do You Like Them Apples?”: A Co-Pearenting Fic. (T, 1.4k)

based on a prompt by Cryptomoon: "Neighboring long time orchard owners, Dean of Winchester Family Apples and Cas of Eden Farms have been bitter rivals their whole lives. Eden Farms grows pears and Dean thinks that's absolutely stupid because it's Eden, they should grow apples. But that's beside the point. They've hated each other since they could walk. Now they each have taken over their family's farms and do their best to civilly ignore one another. Until! Some trees on the edge of their properties spontaneously cross breed and they are forced to figure out what to do with these co-parented Pearapples. Applepears?"

Tags: Enemies to lovers, au where pears and apples are the same genus, affronts to god and science, jokes? about homicide.

“The Only Rest You’ll See For Hours” (G, 441 words)

Prompt by saltnhalo: 30 minute speed writing based on knightiesart sky doodles. (I used the two desert looking ones)

Tags: post series band aid, no one dies, everything's fine

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youfoundmykeys - reafre

grip (SFW)

“You’re the one who gripped me tight, and brought me back to light...” art by reafre date: 18-23 September, 2020 tools: pencil, watercolour, pearl watercolour on paper.  

Tags: video, hands, soft, anniversary

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goldenraeofsun - @goldenraeofsun - goldenraeofsun

Ridin’ the Quarantine Out (E, 8.5k)

“Like I said,” Dean says, chuckling, “no one’s ever died from blue balls. So you can't go out there and break quarantine to bang some rando.” Cas doesn’t find this funny in the slightest. “No human has died,” he clarifies. “What the hell are you talking about?” Dean narrows his eyes. “If you think some weird fact about guinea pigs is gonna sway-” “I’m an incubus,” Cas interrupts. “I will literally die if I don’t feed.”

Tags: They were quarantined, incubus!cas, virgin!cas, first time, top!cas, bottom!dean, dom sub undertones, mentions of COVID-19, mutual pining

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aishitara - @aishitara - aishitara

K-I-S-S-I-N-G (M, 3.9k)

Sam’s been breathing down his neck about every little thing lately. He eats too much bacon. Drinks too much beer. Drives too fast. Avoids Cas like his life depends on it. Dean huffs out a breath. Sam hasn’t actually called him on /that/ part, but if the conversation they’d had a few days ago about… that time Castiel was dead was anything to go by, he was certain his brother was going to corner him any second now and point out how Dean had been doing such a good job of hiding from him and Cas. He wasn’t… he wasn’t hiding, okay? He just… happened to be anywhere at all in the bunker that Cas wasn’t. Not on purpose. Just. Because. Of reasons.

Tags: Fluff, a wee touch of the angst, Sam Ships It, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Sort Of, Feelings, Dean just doesn't want to talk about it ok

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vaudelin - @vaudelin - vaudelin

a world well done (M, 54k)

After five years of being overlooked for the job title of his dreams, Dean has grown accustomed to his fair share of disappointment. But the guy who got the position, a nepotistic hire named Castiel Novak, is really pushing the boundaries of his patience. Too bad the guy’s a dud, but the legacy project has survived worse. Castiel can be as antisocial as he wants and hide out in his office all he likes; Dean will just batten down the hatches and ensure his team weathers the storm coming their way.

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings & Miscommunications, Slow Build

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one_more_offbeat_anthem - @one-more-offbeat-anthem - one_more_offbeat_anthem

Roll With It, Baby (T, 13k)

August 1987. Indianapolis, Indiana. The Pan-American Games are back again, and professional roller skaters Castiel Milton and Dean Winchester are supposed to be teammates--and friends. Over their six years on the US team, they’ve done their best to get along, but with Cas as a roller figure skater and Dean as a roller hockey player, they sometimes miss the mark. But something’s different this year, at their second Pan-American Games. Maybe it’s the sultry end-of-summer heat over the main stadium at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. Maybe it’s the competition. Maybe it’s Rick Astley's recent hit single "Never Gonna Give You Up." Whatever it is, the next two weeks are going to change things…potentially forever.

Tags: 1980s, the mixtape, professional roller skating, friends to lovers, mutual pining, first kiss, mild homophobia

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shealynn88 - @shealynn88 - shealynn88

The Light Will Guide You Home (E, 4.6k)

Dean is visiting his long-distance friend for the first time. He knows what he wants, but does Cas feel the same? Dean laughs. “Cas, is that you? Can I…?” He reaches out for a hug, then draws back in embarrassment. The human-like form throws him off, but he knows it’s impolite to initiate physical contact with a Luminate, he’s studied the culture for over a decade.

Tags: consentacles, sci-fi AU, alien!Cas, human!Dean

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Feathers7501 - Feathers7501

Dreams of Blue (G, 1.1k)

Dean is leading his best life... or is he?

Tags: memory wipe

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sketching-fox - @sketching-fox

Along My Restless Palms (NSFW)

Comission done for Kat, the first of my bidders on @ficfacers 2020! Her request was to illustrate this specifc scene (where Dean dreams about Castiel in the Highlands - YES, they are wearing kilts) in the Fic Along My Restless Palms!

Tags: highlands, kilts

Caring for the wings (SFW)

Comission for Jennifer, one of winner bidders on @ficfacers 2020! Her request was the fluffiest thing ever: Chibi versions of Dean and Castiel, and Dean taking care of Cas´s wings, with the feathers all fluffy, like those little dogs after a bath and air drier on the Pet Shop.

Tags: chibi art, wings

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mittensmorgul - @mittensmorgul - MittenWraith

Happy Resurrection Day (T, 3.7k)

The world didn't end, and Dean and Cas finally get to choose each other. It only took twelve years and a little road trip back to where it all started.

Tags: post canon, road trips, getting together, first kiss, anniversary

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andimeantittosting - @andimeantittosting - andimeantittosting

A Gentleman’s Inheritance (M, 11k)

For the Supernatural Regency Bang. Castiel Shurley has always done his duty by his family. When his father dies, Castiel inherits not only the title of Viscount, but also deep debts. At his aristocratic mother's behest, he agrees to court Miss Celeste "Charlie" Middleton—a wealthy heiress, but the daughter of cits. Though they are not in love—and though he secretly has feelings for her cousin, the charming Dean Winchester—Castiel and Charlie soon agree to wed. But Castiel's life is upended by the arrival of his scandalous Aunt Amara, who reveals that he is not the son of Charles and Naomi, but illegitimate, taken from his unwed mother to serve as Charles’s heir. When she carries out her threat to reveal the truth to the world, Castiel loses his title, his home, and his place in the world. Feeling honour-bound to break off his engagement, he finds himself invited to stay instead, as a member of Dean and Charlie's unconventional household, and learns the meaning of freedom.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Disinherited Castiel, Forced Adoption

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sapphirecobalt - sapphirecobalt

The Bee Knocker Story (M, 7.2k)

Dean recalls the infamous bee knocker that started it all. Or, the one where Cas is upset and Dean goes to great lengths to cheer him up.

Tags: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Domestic fluff, emotional hurt comfort, Artist Dean, gardens and gardening

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shadowkat83 - Shadowkat83

Sober (G, 605 words)

Dean leans against a tree trying to come to terms with what he is seeing and feeling. How did everything end up like this? Lyrics Sober by Bad Wolves

Tags: Endverse, Songfic, angst, implied relationships

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Maleyah (Katherine_Kat) - @maleyah-givemetomorrow - Maleyah

Hot Wings Cas (SFW)

Yoga teacher Castiel for my fic Hot Wings and Magic Hands

Tags: yoga teacher cas, idiots in love, wing tattoos

Take A Breath (SFW)

Time for a breath and a break. The ending they deserve with Sam, Gabe, Charlie and Jody in the background (if you squint)

Tags: the end of the road, married, breathe boys, cuddles

Aceriee-art’s DTIYS (SFW)

Art for Aceriee-art's DTIYS challenge

Tags: dtiys, aceriee-art, sassy Dean, blatant use of emojis

Thank You Cas Kisses (SFW)

Cas blowing kisses at the viewer, cause thank you

Tags: thank you, cas blows a kiss, tiny bee

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Endellion - Endellion

You Make Me Want to Stay (G, 1.5k)

A teenage Dean meets a boy named Castiel at one of the many high schools he goes to and this time when his dad says it's time to move on, he doesn't want to. 

Tags: implied/referenced homophobia, AU no hunting, AU highschool

Brutus (G, 216 words)

Sam and Cas and a dog. Dean can't resist Cas' puppy dog eyes.

Tags: fluffy, cute

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ArielAquarial - ArielAquarial

The Right Kind of Motivation (E, 2k)

Alone in the house for the first time in months, Dean is having trouble finding the motivation to clean. Castiel decides it’s time to bring out the big guns, and Dean is more than willing to play along. Can be read as a standalone.

Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic, Alternate Universe, Dick Pics, Masturbation

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allmystars - @allmystars-i - allmystars

Brownies and Blowjobs (E, 2.3k)

"It’s fucking 2020, I should be able to watch Netflix nude while making brownies without you getting preachy about it." Dean wants Castiel's attention, but he doesn't know how to ask for it, so he bakes brownies... completely naked.

Tags: Blowjobs, Handjobs, Friends With Benefits, Smut, Naked Baking, Porn Without Plot

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darcydelaney - @darcydelaney - DarcyDelaney

Bookworm (T, 2.1k)

Cas asks Dean to spend the day reading with him at a brewery. It's not Dean's ideal date at first, but it doesn't stop him from falling in love with Cas all over again.

Tags: Brewery, Date Night, Fluff

[nanasarea]

Mermade IX

 Prompt: When Renjun and his friends decide to go to Seirina Island, he accidentally meets you, a literal fish out of water

Genre: you know when i said “mostly fluff”,  this is the other part, the one that isn’t “mostly”

Pairing: mermaid!reader x renjun

Word count: 1k

Tag list: @moloprint​  @emijjk  @peachykrystal  @multimulti-posts @jaeminsmainbitch  @bumblebeenct​  @junglewoos​

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“You can’t.” he said “Why not?” You asked, giving him a confused look as he took a deep breath and said.

“Because I like you.”

“Because you what?” You asked “Because I like you, I really do. I know how insensitive and selfish it sounds for me ask you to stay only because of me. I know you miss your pod and I know they miss you, but can’t you stay? At least a little longer?” He asked “Renjun, I-I don’t know what to say, I like you too, I really so and I wish you had said it sooner, because I really do like you.” You started, while holding onto his hand “but my pod, they’re family, I can’t just say no to them.” You added.

“We could have been together for so long if we both had just confessed then, huh?” He asked, chuckling “That seems to be the case.” You said, chuckling to hide the tear that slipped from your eye. “We’re idiots.” He said “We are.” You agreed, before finally getting the courage to grab him by his shirt and pull him closer and thus, kissing him.

“You mean to tell me I missed a whole bunch of that, just because I was a scary cat?” He asked after you pulled away “Pretty much.” You said, both of you smiling like the idiots you were. “Hey, let me take you on one date before you leave at least.” He said “Of course.” You said before quickly kissing him again.

That night, you went on a walk along the beach, he brought some chalk so you drew on the sidewalk for a bit. You both agreed to do stupid doodles, but Renjun went behind your back and drew a masterpiece. “Did you have to show off? I already like you.” You teased “Sorry, love.” He smiled, his ears turning a light shade of pink. 

With both of you proud of your artworks, one of you more proud than the other, you ended up making your way to the beach and thankfully for both of you, you were the only ones there. The only light source were the stars and the crescent moon above as you joked about going for a swim. 

“Well, let’s go.” He said, taking his shirt off “I wasn’t serious.” You laughed “I was.” He winked “You could never catch up to me, I can speed swim, remember?” You reminded, winking back at him. “I’ll just have to try my best then.” He smiled while taking his pants off. 

You ended up swimming for a whole hour before making your way back to the house. You had to go up for air multiple times, because of Renjun but you also swam with some dolphins and showed him some of your underwater magic skills, all of which made him very impressed and call you out on you showing off this time.

When you got back, you gave him a goodnight kiss, which he insisted wasn’t enough to keep him from sleeping in the same bed as you one last time. “One last cuddle session, now that I can cuddle you with no shame, I shall cuddle you with no shame.” He laughed while pulling you closer to him. 

The next day, you had your last breakfast, your last morning swim, your last lunch and while you wanted to bring everything you had bought, in your time on land, with you, you couldn’t and apologized multiple times to Renjun, for having to waste his money on these thing, to which he only smiled and kissed you before telling you “At least it’s something to remember you by.” 

You went to the island to say goodbye as you didn’t want anyone to see you turn in the middle of the day, but you took a boat ride with Renjun so he could go back safely. You made your way to the moon pool and started to cry, not being able to hold it anymore. “I guess this is it.” You said, fighting your tears “Hey, don’t cry, you’re gonna make me cry.” He said, pulling you into a hug. “I’m gonna miss you.” He sighed “I’m gonna miss you too.” You replied, your words being drowned out by the sobs.

“Hey, think about it for a second. Aren’t we lucky to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard? Some people would kill for what we have.” He smiled “had.” You corrected, the crying making your words inaudible. “Please don’t make it harder than it needs to be.” He said.

“Hey, how do we know this is goodbye anyway? Maybe I’ll see you in another life. One where we’re both cats!” You explained “Of course, I’ll spend all 9 lives with you, I promise.” He smiled “How can you be so sure?” You laughed “ The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected, therefor our souls will meet again, once we get reincarnated as cats. We’re mermade for each other” He laughed “You’re an idiot.” You laughed before kissing him.

“I have to go now.” You said after pulling away “I’ll visit if I can!” You added, happily before jumping into the pool “You better.” He jokingly warned before crouching down and giving you one last kiss before waving goodbye.

Renjun didn’t expect you to come back ever, let along to come visit every year. Almost like clockwork, you arrived for a few hours and went back to your pod, on your anniversary of meeting, but soon the visits turned from yearly to every second year and so on. The visits became more rare as time went by, but that didn’t stop Renjun, he always looked at the ocean and smiled, when he was your tail.

He never knew what happened to you or what you were up to, anything to be honest. Those hours you usually spent just talking about the old day, drawing on the sidewalk or getting cranberry boosters from rikki’s, you didn’t talk much about your own lives. He always wondered, did you move on, did you find someone new, were you okay, all these questions kept running around in his mind, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask, he didn’t want to waste his time with you.

Eventually, there came a time, when he never got to see you again, but he always stared at Seirina Island and hoped that, maybe, just maybe, he would get to see your tail again.

a/n: and so, renjun and your story, like my 2nd series,ends, but all good things must come to an end, right?

[sonatanotwo]

Well... I barely slept. 😂 Least I’ve got coffee... Gonna try to fumble out some words... (Spoilers ahoy!)

I didn’t quite expect the emotional roller coaster this has turned into... and not entirely cause of the episode itself. 😂 It’s feeling ever so bitter sweet... mostly in that experiencing something so emotional without a lot of the people that made up this sorta... fandom home? that it was to me. All the friends I love and care about. It’s... been feeling kinda lonely... Even though I’m not alone of course, but... yeah. It’s hard to explain. 😂 And then with this looking like the end (...though I kinda doubt ITV is gonna shelve the franchise for another 10+ years... least I sure hope not. That’d seem VERY dumb to me. But what will they do with it? That’s the real big question, ain’t it? XD I was a bit agape after attaching ‘Season’ to every time they spoke of ending that today they finally changed their tune and was like THE END. What the ever loving heck, ITV. Seriously. 😂 BUT I digress...) ...IDK if any of that feeling will ever come back now. Shit changes... god, do I ever know it does... but I guess... I just wasn’t ready for it yet. ;A;

...And boy is my body telling me that. 😂 Anxiety is such an asshole.

ANYHOO.

SO.

This ep.

As I mentioned when I gif’d it (opening my gif making stuff was first thing I did XD) that HUG man. That old hug art I did, the original version (the one you see commonly around now is the tweaked one) was one of my first finished (ish) TAG piece (only few rough doodles and half coloured things were before that lol) that I posted June 10th 2015.... so long ago. (My first post that was some sketches was June 2nd XD Yeah, I’ve been around a long while now, blimey. Not quite the VERY very start, but nearly!)

BUT YEAH. I was wanting this hug for a VERY, VERY long time. XDDD Just, back then, didn’t think it’d involve their Dad too. lol

And then, gosh... Scott in this ep... Last ep was def more Scott heavy... to balance he was stepped back a bit, but... it did make sense? Scott just seems quietly basking in the feeling of having his Dad back. Him hanging back from the hug for a moment having that exchange with his Dad feels a bit like a... passing back the torch? Here they are Dad. I took good care of them. :Db Does that make sense??? IDK. I’m so tired you guys. 😂 But it didn’t feel like Scott needed to say anything. It was written all over his face. He must have been so happy... and relieved. It’s pretty overwhelming in all the best way to hear from someone you haven’t in awhile... so... in this case, it must be turned up to like... an 11. ^^a

Man, I don’t think I can go through this in order so, bear with me if I bounce around.

There’s been so much wondering what this version of Jeff would be like all these years... and in such a short time, we definitely got a LOT to go off of. He’s a Dad who definitely doesn’t hesitate to hug his sons. :3 Fears Grandma as much as the boys, lolololol HUGS HIS ENGINEER. I actually really just... LOVED that scene with Brains. That casual, ‘Hi Brains.’ And then just calling him PARTNER and going right in for a hug... and lol Brains’ lil happy sound. Jeff and Brains were certainly friends in TOS, but there was still a kinda distance between them in that Brains is working for Jeff, but that was definitely laid out to be much different in TAG. I’m not surprised by it, cause Brains is def part of the family, but it was lovely they took the time to show it.

ALSO just how he picked up Virgil was dwelling on something... we don’t really get a window into what exactly... but after all those years, he just... picks right up on Virgil’s in some turmoil. (As said in a tag... MAYBE MOM RELATED? He seems to think Virgil’s worried if he’ll really be okay, which is why I wonder... GONNA DEF WRITE SOME FIC THOUGH. XDb) Like. GOSH. I’m sad we aren’t likely to see more of this Jeff, cause with this single ep, he was absolutely sold on me. And I love he was a total presence... but he did sit back quietly and other than dealing with ‘Brains’ and largely just *watched*. Scott was still in charge here.

So as for the end and what role Jeff is gonna play... WELL... I mean. To be fair here at the end, John is probably changing and heading to the elevator... and I mean, we’ve seen Grandma fill in several times for John... he can’t be awake CONSTANTLY, so I’d always felt a bit like maybe they’d gradually gel into a team with just... one more member. And that seems more likely now that we’ve seen he didn’t just... jump to take command. He sat back and let them do their thing.  

And now we can see Jeff is def a bit younger... and as kinda already implied, is definitely one to get his hands dirty, so sometimes (once he’s recovered a bunch) maybe he’ll even go out with the boys. That’d be my guess. ^^a I mean, might be a little kinda jostling at first to settle into a new routine... but while he certainly has a strong presence... he’s also did kinda feel... a bit gentle too? He’s not nearly as stern as TOS!Jeff. It felt like a good balance??? IDK. I’m rambling up a storm. XDDD (...and making walls of text... I should... break these up more lol...)

OKAY ALSO...

WAIIIIT wait. WAIT. This looks familiar. V E R Y familiar... Bridge... rockety thing at bottom... explody warning? Two people inside... *squints* DAY OF DISASTER? IS THAT YOU?

I HAVE A FEELING... If so... //CHEF KISS//  VERY NICE. A+ XD

OKAY. WHAT ELSE. Uh. Glad they did end up using Fuse’s (or I guess I could say Clarence’s :D) mixed feelings, which was good and gave Grandma a heck of a moment of awesome. They also served to give some action for Kayo, Penelope and Parker which was good else I suppose they’d have been standing around worriedly. lol Which isn’t really suited to their characters. XD YEAH just lotta nice moments, especially with Kayo and Grandma. ANd just. YEAH. GRANDMA MAN. YOU TELL HIM. and also OMG she was a doctor?! THAT sure explains some things. XD And that’s awesome, gosh.

ALSO the number of HUGS in this ep were A+ Getting a moment with Jeff and Grandma was lovely. :D

LIKE REALLY. LOOK HOW HUG HAPPY THIS DAD IS. I AM PLEASED. A+

And just lol... ‘I don’t even have a car yet.’  ‘You have a rocket.’ ‘...oh yeah. That’s true.’ LOLOL SUCH ALAN. He is too cute.

...AND yeah. IDK. I feel like I’m forgetting things. I’ll ramble them into another post if I think of things. I gotta pop out for a bit. 😂

BUT YEAH. Yeah, there’s few things they didn’t get to addressing, but there were hugs and emotions which was what was really the important thing, right? :Da I don’t really feel like nit picking when had all that. XDDD

(It is kinda interesting how in a way the ending reminded me of Legacy’s a bit with a ...Oh we got an emergency. It’s a good note to leave off of... but goes to show when maybe S1 was written, it was largely on the assumption that it could be the only season... but then were able to hint of S2 in an additional scene. But if S2 hadn’t been commissioned, it was sorta ready to be a finale if it had to. In a way S2 was the same, though with bit more hints of S3 were there so... Just kinda interesting. =Oa But also nice that Rob has left it in a way that NEVER SAY NEVER (to quote Rob) is definitely open. ^^)

ANYHOO. That’s all my rambling for now. ^^

[pretzalec]

Picture Imperfect

Pairing: Romantic Moxiety

Summary: Virgil draws to cope with his feelings, which could spell trouble when Logan accidentally finds out how he feels about Patton.

A/N: So I posted this a long time ago in four separate parts, but tumblr decided to be garbage and made it invisible on the tag search thingy, and I couldn’t save it. Instead, I decided to wait a while to calm down and repost it all-in-one so people can (hopefully) see it. I’m also tagging the people I tagged before so they know what all’s happening.

Warnings: Big panic attack/disassociation thing at the beginning and a minor one later, text is heavily altered when Virgil’s voice distorts (in case that bothers anyone), two sentences of suicidal thoughts, Patton almost cries a couple times, a single curse word, hot chocolate is mentioned twice, did I miss any?

Words: 3887

Chapter One: A Dark Corner

His fingers clenched the sleeves of his hoodie. They don’t want you. You only hurt them. You bring everyone down. He tried to focus on breathing. No, they care. You’re not the villain anymore. You ruin everything when Thomas is happy. That’s all you’re good for: ruin. He tried to calm down, but nothing worked. Things were shapes, words were sounds, his fingers gripped tighter, but the feeling was just fuzz, it’s not even fuzz the noise isn’t here it’s somewhere else my chest is tight where’s my heartbeat how do I breathe everything’s broken they know they know everyone knows he hates you he hates you you don’t belong here why do you even live anymore it’d be better for everyone if you were just dead

A faded voice tried talking to him. Odd-but-familiar shapes reached for him, a distant embrace that he didn’t know if he welcomed or rejected. He sensed a rhythmic motion; the only stabilizer he had to count his breaths.

In, 2, 3, out, 2, 3, count in head, stay in tune, chest is loose, steady now, breathing deeper, hold them closer, let them help you, you’re not alone, you are wanted here, do not worry now, it’s all coming back, shapes becoming things, these are someone’s arms, these are Patton’s arms?

Breathe. The world pieces back together. As he rests his head on Patton’s shoulder, he could hear his gentle voice more clearly.

“Are you okay, kiddo? What happened?”

The inevitable question. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it and sighed when nothing came out. How could he tell him? What could he tell him, without making things weird again? And the shaking – still shaking, even after he recollected himself.

He took a moment to organize his thoughts just to tell him anything at all, but his voice was still distorted. Doesn’t help that Patton is part of the problem. “I̵ l̵e̷f͢t.͏..so̸me̵thi͏n̸g̴ im͟pór͢t͞a̶nt ̛on̛ the҉ c̷o̧unt́e̸r ̷w͡hen ҉I̶ was ̕i͟n ̷the͏ k̢i̴tche̷n̴. Lo̷gan found̶ ít̷,̸ an͞d.̛..go̶d̸ ͢i̵f Ro͞ma͞n͡ ̵͘͠f̵̀ì͜͢ndş͘ ̀͘o҉͜u̧̕t͝͡,͢ ͘̕t̀ò҉̷ó́,͞ he’͡͏l͡͏̨ĺ ͢n͡ev̶҉é̷͟r ş͘h̴u͟t́ ͟u̸͠p̨ ͏àb͝o̵ut̶̡́ ̶̕͜it̨!̵̨͠” The distortion worsened with his anxiety. If Sir-Sing-A-Lot gets ahold of that drawing, he’ll either tell Patton – no, everyone – about Virgil’s biggest secret, or tease him relentlessly about it.

“What was it?”

An even worse – but also inevitable – question. “̸̵͡I͠͏..͞͝.͝͏Į c͡a̴͘ń̸̵’͝҉t ̴̶̡t̸͢e҉͝l͢͡l̴̸͠ ý̡o͝u̸̕.͠ ̧I͘̕͢t̶’̕s̡͘, ̴̧u̢h͟,͏̛͢ ͜pe͡r͡s͡o̵̷̢ń͞a͘l̛̀͠.͘” He wished he could calm down again; his voice in this condition could give him away just as easily as his sketchbook.

“Well, maybe I can talk to Logan about getting it back?” he gently offered. “He probably just thought it was his and hasn’t noticed yet. I don’t think he meant to upset you...”

That proposition could go one of two ways: Patton could get the sketchbook and immediately return it to Virgil without looking through the pages, or anything would happen and he’d find out about the drawings Virgil made to cope with his feelings for him. The latter seemed more likely, and he knew Patton would reject him, anyway. But he couldn’t talk to Logan himself; a million more things could go wrong if he tried. All options were risky. The more time he spent thinking about it, the more he felt trapped into one option.

“.͢..̡fin͡e͏.͘” The distortion was fading. ”Ju͜st- ̛pl͢eas̢e ̛don͞’t ope̵n it, okay?”

“I won’t. You said it’s personal – I don’t wanna invade your privacy.”

“Thanks, Pat.”

Silence fell between them. Virgil’s body slowly loosened, letting him lean further into Patton’s embrace. The warmth inside him swirled around, it’s intensity matching the warmth against his body. He could hear his heart beating; slow and gentle, yet strong and somewhat loud at the same time. It seemed to almost match Patton’s in both pace and power.

He lifted his head to say something to Patton, but his gaze flicked from his beautiful eyes to the dark shadows growing underneath them. A twang fear shot across his heart. “You should get out of herè,҉ P̷a̢ţ. Th̷e̢ ro͢o͟m̸’̨s͢ s̵t̷a͡rtin͞g t̀o ͠c͞o̸rru̕pt̢ you̸.” The distortion started to return, this time from gaining power over Thomas instead of his own anxiety.

“Are you gonna be okay? You can come with me to my room, if you want...”

“I͡ th̡ink ̡I’̨ll͏ b̛e̷ ͟f̷iné. Yo̧u̡ ̧shoul̨d͘ ͠go,̷ ̀t̢ho̵ugh͘.͠ Q͜ui̕c̀ķly.͝”

Patton nodded, squeezing Virgil tighter for a second, then releasing to sink down and away. The silence left behind was strange and heavy. All too familiar for Virgil. He stared at the spot Patton was in, a looming sense of things shutting down without him. Stupid feelings. Stupid room. Stupid Virgil.

Chapter Two: But How Much Do You Know?

The detail is astounding. The anatomy is impeccable. The colors are absolutely stunning! Who knew Virgil could create masterpieces like these? The way they were crafted, the things they express, the mastery of every aspect in each picture – it’s almost inconceivable! Perhaps he could talk him into letting him keep one or two for his room?

He turned the page, careful not to ruin the delicate medium. The picture on the right was much more colorful than the left, but he wanted to keep his consistent left-right-left-right scanning of the pages. Except, the left page was blank. The smudged colors that transferred from the other side attracted his attention, making him falsely believe a picture was there. He looked back to the right, and saw a finished drawing of...Patton and Virgil? No, that’s definitely them. They were watching the sky, Patton leaning against Virgil, who had his arm across Patton’s shoulders. A small heart floated above them, teaching Logan something he didn’t know about-

“Hiya!”

Patton’s sudden appearance almost made him drop Virgil’s book. “E equals MC scared!”

“Oh, sorry, teach! Didn’t mean to square ya!”

He groaned at the pun and pushed his glasses back up. “Must you shout so loud when you rise? I could’ve attacked you.”

“Sorry, I just needed to ask you something.”

“Ask away.”

“Do you happen to have a, uh...something of Virgil’s? He says he put it somewhere and you took it, but he really wants it back because it’s very important to him.”

Logan felt something strong inside him. He knew it was about the sketchbook, but that one picture raised so many questions he was afraid of asking. However, he shouldn’t have investigated the pages in the first place. He already knew he’d done wrong, but perhaps returning the book could correct what he did...yet the questions drive him to learn.

He handed Patton the book. “It’s this. I thought it was my notebook, but I hadn’t opened it until now.”

“Thanks, Logan!” he exclaimed with purity. “You didn’t look in it too much, did you?”

“Not at all,” he half-lied. While he did look at more than he should, it couldn’t have been more than 7 pages. “But there is, um, a question I have for you. Regarding Virgil.”

Worry spread on Patton’s face. “What about him?”

“Do you, erm…” He realized asking such a question is much harder when you don’t understand many feelings or emotions. “...do you, perhaps, feel...a certain way about Virgil?”

Worry shifted to panic. “H-how did you know? Did Roman tell you? He said he wouldn’t tell anyone! Oh my gosh, please don’t tell Virgil! I-”

Uh-oh. Feelings. “Don’t worry, Patton. Roman didn’t tell me anything.”

“Then who did? How did you-”

“You did, just now.”

Patton felt like his entire body had turned to glass. One wrong move, and he would break into a million painful shards. “You...didn’t know?”

“No.” He wanted to say more, but for once, he had lost his words.

He absentmindedly gripped the book tighter. “...then why’d you ask?”

A million answers rushed through Logan’s mind. Instead, he adjusted his glasses and told him, “I believe Virgil could answer that much better than I can.”

He looked away, thinking. What Logan said...that could mean anything. It means Virgil could’ve seen him staring when he thought he wasn’t looking, then got suspicious and asked Logan to find out. It means Virgil wasn’t interested, but Logan didn’t have the heart to tell him. It means someone else wanted Virgil, someone he’d like so much more, and Logan wasn’t sure who’d be the lucky one to date him. It means...Virgil could like him, too. The book had something about Patton in it, but they were both afraid of rejection, so he didn’t want him to see. He didn’t want anyone to see. Now Logan has seen it, and it made him wonder if Patton felt the same way Virgil did.

No. That couldn’t be possible. There’s no way Virgil would...would he?

He looked at the book in his hands, the tip of his thumb grazing the edge of the cover in temptation. Virgil said not to look. Anything could be inside…

He said goodbye to Logan, then sunk out. Keeping Virgil’s trust is more important. Even if it means he’d have to prepare for heartbreak.

Chapter Three: A Piece of the Puzzle

He finished the lineart, then stared at it. Of course the first thing he did when Patton got the sketchbook back was make another picture of his romantic fantasy. At this point, it was just pathetic. He knew he should stop doodling these things, especially now that his secret almost got out, but he loved being able to spend a few moments living in an impossible world where he and Patton could be so close and comfortable with each other. At the end, he’d always have to return to reality. The reality where Patton could never want someone like Virgil, and the drawings would stay fantasy.

Logan rose from the ground in front of Virgil’s bed. “May I speak with you?”

He kept coloring, refusing eye contact. “Why?”

“I...have questions. Some of which regard Patton.”

His pencil stopped. He glared at Logan through his bangs. “What’d he do?”

“Nothing yet, but it’s only noon.” He straightened his tie, trying to figure out how to say the dangerous things on his mind. “I, uh, must admit – and apologize – that after I mistook your sketchbook with my notebook, I did...look through some of the pages.”

Virgil’s head snapped up. “Why did you do that?!” he growled.

“Your skills are unlike anything I’ve seen before. The anatomy, the lines, the colors…” He cleared his throat, getting back on track. “I was captivated by your work. However, I did see one thing that I know I shouldn’t have, and-”

“Don’t tell anyone about anything you saw,” he hissed. “They can’t know.”

The aggression startled Logan for a second, but he continued. “I won’t. I shouldn’t have intruded in your personal secrets, but I’ll see that it never happens again.”

“Good.” He went back to his drawing. “You should leave. You’re starting to get eyeshadow.”

Chapter Four: Royally Screwed

“I just don’t know,” he admitted, gently tugging the sleeves of the cat hoodie around his neck. “What if he doesn’t like me like that?”

Roman sighed. “Even I cannot understand how you could fall for that storm cloud –” He felt Patton’s glare. “– but I have seen the looks he makes at you! I’ve seen his smile for every joke you make! And now, even Logan of No Emotion has brought it up, and you still wonder if he’d turn you away?”

“I mean, he probably just wants to stay friends! Maybe he’s not ready for a relationship like I am, and I don’t want to force him into something he doesn’t want!”

He grabbed Patton’s shoulder. “He does want this, Pat. Would Thomas help y-”

“No! Please don’t tell Thomas,” he begged, “Virgil would hear everything! I can’t-”

Roman cut back in, “then do you want this love to eat at you with every move he makes?”

“I...no, but-”

“Are you going to sit back and admit defeat, letting your heart shatter when he moves on because you didn’t take a chance?”

“...no…”

Roman’s voice boomed dramatically, “do you love him?”

“Yes,” Patton answered, gaining courage.

“Do you want him close to you?”

“Yes!”

“Then you march over to him and tell him how you feel!”

He jumped up excitedly. “Yeah! I’m gonna go to his room!”

“Yes!”

“And I’m gonna look him in the eyes!”

“Yeah!”

“And I’m gonna cry!”

“Ye- wait-”

“Because he’s so cute!”

“Uh, Patton-”

His voice grew fragile. “And I love him so much…!”

“Woah there, papa bear,” he said calmly, standing up to hug Patton, “we can do this. You can do this.”

Tears welled in his eyes. “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Come, let’s try again.”

Chapter Five: Shading in the Lines

He switched to a darker color, thoughts racing as he shaded. Logan’s the smartest, but he doesn’t understand feelings. He doesn’t really like Roman, but he’s creative and knows a lot about romance. Either of them could be equally helpful or disastrous, but who else could help? He can’t ask Thomas, either – he’d help the most, but everyone would hear what they’re saying! That would humiliate him, or worse!

The drawing was finished. He took a moment to admire it, smiling slightly as he imagined being in that world. Lying in Patton’s warm embrace, listening to his gentle heartbeat, playing with his fingers as they drifted into sleep...coming back to reality was more than crushing. With a heavy sigh, he stood up to put the supplies away. He triple-checked to make sure the colored pencils were all in the right spots and put them in the drawer first. The normal pencil went into its box with the others, and the eraser was just tossed into the drawer. It’ll turn back up eventually, just like the other erasers strewn about the drawer.

He turned to grab the sketchbook, which belonged- oh shit.

Patton had entered the room at some point while he was distracted. The sketchbook was left open, with the picture of Virgil’s recent fantasy left out for him to see. He held the book carefully, wide and curious eyes glancing all over the image.

Virgil felt his heart drop when the page turned, knowing another image of them together was on the other side. His hands began to shake. Tears blurred his vision. He wanted to do something to distract Patton; to delay the inevitable heartbreak. Yet, he couldn’t move. Anxiety crept up, he wanted to run, grab the book, his breathing changed, the shaking-

Through the blur from his tears, he saw Patton smiling. He forced himself to wipe his eyes and saw the softness of Patton’s expression. Adoration. Patton adored the drawings, taking in every detail, perhaps even trying to live for a moment in that world as Virgil had done so many times before.

He finally noticed Virgil looking at him and gave him a beaming smile. “Did you draw these? They’re so cute!”

A jolt of fear ran across his chest as he stammered out an answer. “I- uh- yeah, I-I did…”

Patton continued to talk about his art style, but his vision had focused on the shadow growing under Patton’s eyes, which was more alarming than whatever he was saying. He didn’t want to be rude and interrupt him, but he can’t stay in this room for too long! If he does, Thomas will-

He snapped back to reality when Patton said his name. “Virge? Is something wrong, kiddo?”

There wasn’t a choice anymore. He stammered for a bit again, then finally replied, “Pat, you need to get out of here.” Patton made a heartbroken face, opening his mouth to say something, but Virgil kept speaking. “You’ve been in here too҉ l̀on̢g.͡ Th̕e r͜oo͟m̕ ̢i̕s ̧co̴rr̨u̵pt͟in͠g͏ yo͡u͝. ̛Ỳo̸u ̧n͏eed t͠o ge̶t ou͟t̢ b̧efo͏re̕ i͝t gèt̶s ͝w̨ors̴e͝.”

His eyes flicked around the room and the sketchbook. “Come with me,” he pleaded, grabbing Virgil’s hand on impulse. It only took a second for him to receive a nod in agreement.

Chapter Six: Finding that Edge Piece

Rays of sunlight beamed through the windows, illuminating every corner of the room. Sparkles of light seemed to float around like autumn leaves in gentle wind. Birds could be heard chirping happily outside, singing sweet songs. The couch they were sat on held them perfectly; not too soft, not too firm, not made of leather. It was almost inappropriate how wonderful the room was after what happened earlier.

Patton teased the edge of the closed sketchbook, waiting patiently as Virgil struggled to find his words. He already had an idea of what he was going to say, but he wanted to give him a chance to talk. He always deserves a chance.

Virgil broke the silence. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I, uh...I could’ve reacted better to…” He gestured vaguely to his eyes. “Y’know.”

“Aw, Virge, you were just trying to keep me safe!” He looked at the sketchbook, running his thumb on the edge again. “I’m sorry for looking in your sketchbook without asking. You said it was personal, and I promised I wouldn’t look, and then I did anyway…”

“Don’t worry about that,” he sighed. “You probably would’ve found out somehow.”

Patton withdrew slightly. “And if I didn’t, you would’ve,” he mumbled.

“...what?”

He sat up quickly, shocked that Virgil heard what he said. “I- uh- the pictures- um- well- when I-”

“Hey.” He gently rested a hand on Patton’s leg, quieting him. “Take your time.”

The speed and energy of how Patton talked went entirely against what Virgil just said. “I just- I really, really like you, and I didn’t know if you liked me, and when I saw what you drew, I got super happy because I wanted us to do those things, too, and I- well- I just-” He let out a pitiful whine, then went quiet.

Virgil simply smiled at him. “I didn’t think you felt the way I do. You definitely deserve better than me, an-”

“I will physically fight you!” he shouted, tackling him with a hug. “You’re perfect and beautiful and amazing just the way you are!”

He chuckled. “Are we still talking about me? I feel like you’re just listing facts about yourself, now.”

“Virgil, that’s very sweet, but I also want you to love yourself!”

“Can’t, I’m too busy loving you.” Patton responded with a frustrated whine. “...how about a movie?”

He perked up, smiling brightly with hope shining in his eyes. “Can we cuddle?”

“If you want, that’s-”

“Yay! I’ll go make the popcorn!”

Patton dashed into the kitchen, a happy bounce in his steps. The floating sparkles in the room seemed to follow him for a bit. In Virgil’s eyes, they only accentuated his beauty. With a gentle sigh and a soft smile, he felt the warmth in his chest grow as he fell further and further in love.

Chapter Seven: Framework

The sunlight shone on Virgil, giving him a golden glow while he slept. Patton gently ran his fingers through Virgil’s purple hair, enjoying the soft and silky feel. The butterflies in his stomach still haven’t gone away. It had been over an hour since they made their relationship official, but he thought the glittery feeling in his body would change into something...smooth. Maybe warm. Like hot chocolate!

Virgil sniffed, scratched his face, then moved closer, practically laying on top of Patton with his legs draped across his lap. He buried his face in his neck, hummed softly in content, then fell back asleep. Patton almost wanted to cry; how else could he express just how madly in love he was with someone so adorable?

His arms wrapped around Virgil’s body. He felt warmer without his jacket on, but his body was still somewhat cold. Is he always cold? Maybe that’s why he wears the jacket all the time; he just needs to keep all of his warmth in one place.

It was then Patton noticed he had spaced out, staring at Virgil’s face and rubbing his back. The staring may have been kind of creepy – he’s just so cute and peaceful when he sleeps! – but he knew Virgil was generally comfortable with him rubbing his back. It usually helped him calm down when he was panicking, or it made him feel better when something was wrong. Either that, or being pet on the head.

Patton’s hand moved as memories came back, gently petting Virgil’s head the way he did the first time he let him. He remembered the way Virgil relaxed, slow-blinking like a cat when he realized he actually liked it. Since then, it sort of became a way for Patton to show him that he was loved, even before he, well, loved him.

“Cold,” Virgil mumbled, bringing him back to reality.

Without missing a beat, Patton grabbed a blanket with his foot and pulled it up to cover them both. He felt a cold hand rest on his arm, and a small smile appeared on Virgil’s face with a quiet hum.

“Thanks, ba-” His body tensed up slightly. “Um, Pat.”

He knew what he was going to say. He knew Virgil was about to call him babe, but he stopped. He knew, and he wanted to say it, too, but he wanted Virgil to be comfortable saying it first. That way, they could use other cute nicknames in the future.

“You can say it,” he coaxed. Virgil shook his head in response. “Why not?”

Virgil started fidgeting. “...isn’t it kinda...early? Like, we just got together…” His voice trailed off as he tried to find other things to say. “Wouldn’t it be...a bit weird?”

“I don’t mind, but if it makes you feel weird, then that’s okay. It doesn’t have to be now.”

“...you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Of course! I’m your-” he giggled- “your boyfriend now.” He giggled again, vibrating with excitement. “Wow, it feels really good to say that!”

“I’m glad, because I’ll be saying it soon, too.”

“Aww, Virge!” He tightened his hug. “And if you ever wanna say any, y’know, cute nicknames, I’m totally fine with that. Just as long as you are, too.”

He scratched the back of his thumb, then rested his hand back on Patton’s arm. “Thanks...babe.”

With another giggle, he placed a kiss on Virgil’s head. “Anytime, sweetie.”

His smile grew a little brighter. “...can you keep, uh, doing the thing?” he nervously requested. “Please?”

Patton continued to pet him, letting him melt into his body with a contented sigh. After a few minutes, Virgil was limp, and his breathing became steady. Once again, he had fallen asleep in Patton’s embrace.

The sunset shone on them, giving them a golden glow while Virgil slept. Patton gently ran his fingers through Virgil’s soft hair, comforting him in his dream. The butterflies in his stomach had gone to bed, and the glitter in his body became smooth and warm, like hot chocolate was flowing through him. He was nervous – and he knew Virgil was, too – but as the world pieces back together, they will make a different picture than what’s on the box.

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[eledritch]

So reading all of you amazing works as well as following the content of other lovely Sheith shippers has inspired to finally write some fan fiction and contribute too! It’s been literal years since I’ve written anything though, and of course the story that got me really excited is going to have to be a multi chapter monster. As the master of long and complex fanfics, any advice for beginners?

Good!! I believe in you.

Sure, why the heck not :’) been awhile since I made a big writing tips post and I feel like I have some new things to offer since the last one. I don’t know if your fic is gonna be an AU or canon-compliant, but since my specialty is long and complex multichapter AUs, this is mainly gonna be about that.

First, you can check out my ‘writing tips’ tag for my own tips and tips from others on tumblr: http://saltyshiro.tumblr.com/tagged/writing-tips

The most important advice I can give to you as a writer is to READ. I don’t read nearly as much as I used to, but I still try to when I can. Reading was what gave me the inspiration and knowledge I needed for worldbuilding, which is a vital part of not just AUs, but any long and complex fic. You need to be confident about writing the world you’ve stuck your characters in. You have to know that world better than anyone.

More often than not, books aimed at children actually have better worldbuilding than books for adults. There are exceptions to this (a lot of sci-fi, like Dune & The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, for example, as well as dystopian fiction like The Handmaid’s Tale), but some of my favorite worlds remain those from children’s books. They include:

The Ever After in the May Bird & the Ever After series

The absurdist and time-period defiant world where anything goes (as long as it’s unfortunate) of A Series of Unfortunate Events

The Other World in Coraline & London Below Gaiman’s adult fantasy novel Neverwhere

The world populated by various small animals like mice, rats, and squirrels in Redwall by Brian Jacques

The medieval kingdoms of Goose Girl by Shannon Hale

The eerie surrealist circus world of The Palace of Laughter by Jon Berkeley

I’m also currently working my way through the Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson, which is some INCREDIBLE worldbuilding in a high fantasy setting.

So what do all of these have in common? Well, contrary to popular belief, I don’t think you have to go Full Tolkien and write a brand new language as well as six thousand maps for your world. Nope. None of that is required. All that is required is that you LOVE the world you created. Love the heck out of it. Even if it’s a shitty world. Doesn’t matter. It’s YOUR shitty world. 

The more you love this world of yours, the more you’re gonna want to write about it, and the more reluctant you will be to let yourself drop the project. The pitfall many fanfic writers (and writers in general) fall into when writing long works is that they get burnt out and tired of their own story. You can’t get tired of your story if you keep adding to the world and finding new things to love and explore within it.

Worldbuilding reflects onto your characters, too - people are in many ways a product of their surroundings, after all. If your world is shitty, then your characters might end up a little shitty, too. But - and here’s the clever thing about this - because you love your world so much, and because your characters are an integral part of that world (they should be, if they’re your protagonist/villain/etc), you end up loving your characters, too. It feels like a betrayal if you stop writing their stories, and the world you’ve created should at this point feel almost like a real place, albeit within your head and your imagination. And when that happens, writing about your world and characters doesn’t feel like a chore or an obligation anymore. It feels like an adventure.

That being said, human brains have limits and it shouldn’t ALL exist in your head. You gotta take notes, do some doodles and simple maps if you’re into that, and also use resources made specifically to organize worldbuilding. I tend to just use good ol’ fashioned pencil and paper, but I’ve heard this tool is pretty good for digital organization:

https://www.notebook.ai/

Additionally, don’t be afraid to uh....“borrow” from other worlds that have been made before. The sooner you understand that everyone kinda steals (respectfully) from everyone (i.e. the lion king is hamlet; romeo and juliet is heavily inspired by the greek myth of pyramus and thisbe), the better off you’re gonna be in worldbuilding. You can, and unavoidably will, use worlds you’ve read about and/or experienced in the past in your own worldbuilding. It becomes a patchwork of your own, and once you have a base for your world, it becomes increasingly easy to add onto it and expand with more original ideas.

It can also be helpful to do a ton of research. Say you want your world to somewhat resemble Victorian England. How are you gonna know what that was like? Watch movies set in Victorian England to understand the aesthetic and speech. Watch documentaries to get a more factual basis. Read books set in Victorian England for the language and the societal ideas. Go on a Wikipedia or Google deep dive - almost always, you will end up in a much more interesting place than you expected. Listening to music can also be super helpful to get into a particular tone you want to see in your world, or can help you find the tone if you’re not sure what you want yet. I have playlists for most of my stories.

And, finally, understand that there’s always room for growth. I know my worldbuilding can be better than it is, so with every new story, I strive to make a more vibrant, vivid, lovable world than before. And guess what? Usually, not only does it work, but I also enjoy myself while writing more.

The key to long and complex fics is genuinely enjoying what you’re writing. You may be able to bullshit and slog your way through a shorter fic, but not a 200k monster. Another important key - know where your story is going to end up. 

You need a goal to work towards. Maybe it’s a scene you’ve been wanting to write since you came up with the story. It doesn’t have to be the ending, but it helps if it is. You should know the ending by at least the middle of the story. I’m pretty sure I’ve written stories where that wasn’t the case and I was just flying by the seat of my pants, seeing where my world and characters took me next...which is a valid way to approach writing, but riskier, and ultimately rather frustrating when writing fics since you can’t exactly go back and insert foreshadowing for the ending you didn’t know was coming, lol.

I find late-night brainstorms best for figuring out how I want to end stories. I’ll open up a word doc, think for a good while, and then just start typing. Type it out stream of consciousness style. It doesn’t need to be a good explanation of the events, it just has to be an explanation. (This is also helpful in long stories for writing down reoccuring elements you don’t want to forget, such as slang, societal titles, a promise a character made to another than they really need to bring up again sometime...)

For example, here is my stream of consciousness brain-spew for my fic Seal It With A Kiss (this did not all end up happening quite like this, but here it is, warning for nsfw mentions lmao):

Witch Classes: Apprentice, novice, journeyman, master/magus, archmagus

The Wastes – western desert wasteland, Keith is from Blackwater, three days’ ride from the Citadel. It’s bordered by the River Acheron to the west, on the other side of which are the lands where Keith’s father lived with his first wife. The ocean is to the north, with the island of Cobao directly south of the Citadel.

The Citadel – centrally located, perched among Asphodel Peaks, near the lowland Oscuran Woods. Capital, Altea City, is three days’ ride to the east. Shiro’s grandparents live to the south on the shores of Lake Lucanus, a major fishing outpost bordered by the Dalterion Swamplands to the south.

THE VOID: mysterious dimension (or entity?) accidentally opened by witches eons ago (oops), which created Hell and unleashed demons/monsters/old gods (Voidborn). It is made up of what witches call infernal magic – a powerful and supposedly corrupted/corrupting form of quintessence. The Void is largely unknown and inaccessible to humans. Few return, and those who do are always changed by it.

HELL: Thought to be a reflection of the Void on a more physical/less abstract plane. Hell is made up of many pocket realms, including Daibazaal (one of the largest, ruled by the Galra), and Stratonikeia (ruled by Hecate). It is populated by Voidborn, who carve out sections of it for themselves in warlord-esque fashion.

Neither Hell nor the Void are inherently “evil,” though most witches consider them so, and they are dangerous. While the most well-established Voidborn rule with law and order, many other parts are lawless chaos centered around power struggles, and all Voidborn are morally gray to an extent.

VOIDBORN: Despite their vast differences, all Voidborn derive power from human souls & quintessence. Often generalized as demons, Voidborn are secular beings with no “holy” counterpart (i.e. angels), however, they come in many forms:

SPECTERS: generally the weakest Voidborn, they lack corporeal form and often “haunt” areas with histories of death, grief, and bloodshed, frightening humans and feeding off of their fear.

MONSTERS: a large and varied group of Voidborn, not as intelligent nor powerful as demons. They are the mostly likely to directly attack/kill/eat humans and are often hunted, with trophies of their heads displayed outside remote villages to ward off other monsters.

OLD GODS: a more rare group which often overlaps with greater demons; old gods can be benevolent if appeased (i.e. through ritual sacrifice, favors, offerings, worship, etc). They define territories for themselves and over time can become deified by local peoples, since old gods have been known to protect their lands and the people within them in exchange for worship.

LESSER DEMONS: more intelligent than monsters but less powerful than greater demons and old gods, they often rely on contracts and trickery to get their way. They are known to be petty, cruel, and ugly.

GREATER DEMONS: highly intelligent and powerful, they are dangerous beings who chiefly use contracts, torture, manipulation, and possession to take power from souls, which they crave more than any other Voidborn.

*Haggar has been cloaking Keith from Krolia so she cannot find her son since Keith went to the Citadel*

Shiro was captured by Haggar, who experimented on him (gave him the arm, which is powered by infernal energy/Void quintessence and began to corrupt his soul/erode it) and used him as a gladiator, until she managed to capture and slay Kurobasanir, whose quintessence she combined with the remnants of Shiro’s soul. His soulless, empty body was left to fight in the arena as a kind of robotic killing machine, while Shiro’s self became entangled with Kurobasanir. Because Kurobasanir was dead but Shiro was alive and so determined to stay alive, Shiro’s soul (primed with the Void energy which allowed him to stand up against Kuro) took control, though he gained Kurobasanir’s memories, abilities, and personality, while losing/forgetting his own. However as time passes with Keith, Shiro’s subconscious (ironically the only part of him which is still conscious/knows who he is) begins to break through, making him more ‘human’ as he starts to remember who he is/have doubts that he is really Kurobasanir.

He is unable to shift into any other human but Shiro, falls in love with Keith (demons are supposedly incapable of love), experiences sudden surges of emotion/nostalgia and feels protective towards Shiro’s family/horse/possessions/etc, is mostly unaffected by spells that should exorcise or defeat demons, and acts differently than the original Kurobasanir according to the late incubus’s friends. Because Kurobasanir was a sadist, but Shiro is not, so when he fucks Keith in front of the other demons, they know something’s up because he’s not hurting Keith at all.

What he doesn’t remember/know, though, is that this whole thing is a trap set by Haggar in order to lure Keith, who is a cambion (half demon, half human) to her so she can experiment on him in her quest to gain immortality so she can stay with Zarkon forever without surrendering her soul/turn her own soul into a demon’s essence. Because cambion, once mature, are effectively immortal and have a soul, while still retaining dormant Void magic within them which allows for their immortality and more demonic qualities. They are also extremely rare, and Haggar only knows of Keith because Hekate (Krolia) was her mentor and mentioned him.

So when Keith and Shiro go to find Shiro at the Samhain Tourney, Keith sees Shiro’s soulless body fighting and goes to break him out of his cell in the intermission; Shiro, not recognizing him/caring about him/trained to kill on sight tries to kill him, Keith is horrified and unable to bring himself to hurt Shiro, so he is saved by Kurobasanir, who realizes the situation fully once he comes face to face with the body that was once his, realizing his (Shiro’s) soul has been transferred into the incubus’s.

Before he can tell Keith this, though, Keith is captured by Haggar (who he recognizes as Honerva) and the two are separated. Keith cries alone in his cell, thinking Shiro is gone for good and also thinking Kurobasanir betrayed him and/or will be killed or tortured, leaving him utterly alone again. Lots of time passes and Keith realizes Haggar is trying to break the bond between him and Kurobasanir, because they’re both trapped and the contract must be sealed via sex. So Keith is in agony (and very very horny) because he can’t touch Shiro, and the contract is on the verge of breaking (and causing a great deal of pain and harm to both of them, since it was broken against their will) when Hekate/Krolia shows up, kicks BUTT, and bc she’s Mom of the Year, rescues Keith and brings him to Shiro while explaining on the way what happened. She also mentions that Keith’s father left because he was fulfilling the contract Hekate had with him, which was that because he was infertile she would bear him a “human” son (Keith), who would be blessed by her and live a happy/prosperous life, but in exchange Keith’s dad would only get sixteen years with his son, and then Hecate would take his soul.

As it turns out, though, Hekate/Krolia grew pretty darn fond of Keith’s dad (he’s a human teddy bear hedge mage unfazed by demons, what’s not to love), so he’s just chilling in Hell with her and had planned to come back and tell Keith the whole story, but when he returned Keith had gone off to the Citadel & Haggar was hiding Keith from Hecate.

So Keith and Shiro reunite and they’re so desperate for each other that they basically end up fucking while escaping (Keith is VERY EMBARRASSED but Krolia is like boi I am the mistress of dark magic, I don’t care, get that demon dick, proud of u son. Plus Shiro does his best to hide Things), cue a very wild scene in which both Keith and Shiro are kicking ass while fucking, since Shiro has regained his powers and Keith is Restored By The Power of Shiro’s Dick. Amen. Hallelujah.

Thankfully they finish up by the time they find the Holts, who were being forced to do alchemy stuff in Haggar’s lab. Haggar’s druids attack them, but Keith, who has read up on Honerva’s magic/theories, and Krolia, who mentored Honerva and is now pissed at her bc she tried to use Krolia’s son for her experiments, defeat the druids and are about to destroy Haggar’s research. Then Haggar bursts in, and in a desperate attempt to save her life’s work tells Keith that she can separate Shiro’s soul from Kurobasanir if he spares her/her work. Shiro is actually the one who hesitates, since he thinks Keith deserves much better than him and should have him fully human, as he appeared in their future together. But Keith has made up his mind – he loves Shiro in any and every form, and he’s done with Haggar’s shit. Furious at the thought of what she did to Shiro and planned to do to him, Keith’s magic creates a massive explosion which destroys the lab as Krolia uses one of Haggar’s traveling crystals to take them all away from Daibazaal.

Krolia takes them to her realm of Stratonikeia, a much more chill part of Hell. Because it’s Samhain and everyone is partying, Hecate’s palace is hectic and full of drunk demons and debauchery bc demons just wanna have fun, okay? Krolia makes sure the Holts are given safe accomodations so they can rest up and receive treatment before returning home. Meanwhile, Keith and Shiro are very shaken and Keith is weak from using so much magic to destroy Haggar and her lab. He and Shiro manage to escape the party and get to a balcony or something, where Shiro tearfully apologizes for everything, saying he understands if Keith wants to break ties after their contract is over, and that he wishes it didn’t have to end like this. Keith is quiet, then tells him that nothing is ending, pointing out that apparently he’s also immortal, and that technically Shiro gets his immortal soul in return for completing the contract. Shiro misunderstands, panicking and assuring Keith he will not take his soul and will leave him alone, but Keith cups his face and says he wants Shiro to have him forever, because he loves him, and never stopped loving him. Disbelieving but hopeful, Shiro embraces him gently, and when they kiss Keith begins to show his demonic characteristics (little horns, glowing eyes, tail, reddish scales).

Epilogue – Keith and Shiro get married. In Hell. It’s beautiful. They also have the most romantic, tender, kinky demon/cambion sex ever. They’re in love and together forever :’))

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I hope that helps, dear!! Best of luck in your writing endeavors. 

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Finished works

AU:

Take It If You Want It | Complete | Ch.13/13 | 57k | M

Tags: Modern AU, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, fluff, light angst with a happy ending, pining, irresponsible use of alcohol, side pairing: Mattor, side pairing: Allurance, side pairing: Hidge

Written for Sheith Big Bang 2018!

Keith and Hunk make New Year’s Resolutions to finally tell their respective crushes how they’ve felt for years. Hunk takes all of 3 minutes, but Keith needs… a little longer.

Birthday mishaps, misunderstandings, self discovery, exciting new job opportunities, minor blackmail… a lot can happen in a year. Surely the perfect moment for a years-overdue love confession fits in there somewhere?

Serendipity’s Wings | Complete | Ch.7/7 | 24k | E

Tags: Modern AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, bedsharing, fluff, hurt/comfort, pining Shiro, sidepairing: Allura/Kuro, Shirogane twins

When Shiro receives bad news about his grandfather, he immediately books a flight for Japan. Luckily for him, he finds a familiar face in the pilot. It's been a long time since he saw his childhood friend Keith, but they pick up where they left off almost immediately.

Unluckily, his twin brother has decided to jump to conclusions, and now his family thinks he and Keith have rekindled a flame that was never there. Rather than disappoint them in a tense moment, Keith gamely agrees to play along. What are friends for, after all?

Oh Brother | Complete | Ch. 6/6 | 17k | T

Tags: Modern AU, fluff, humor, salt, sidepairing Matt/Allura, one-sided kl

What do you do when your boyfriend is in the hospital and they only let in immediate family? Lie and say you’re married? Not if you’re Keith, you don’t. Thanks to Keith’s inner turmoil, he and Shiro are stuck pretending to be brothers while he recovers. But Keith has to admit, “Mr. Shirogane” has a nice ring to it. 

The Gravitas of a Mattress | Complete | Ch. 7/7 | 16k | M

Tags: College AU, fluff, humor, oh my god they’re banging each other’s roommates, sidepairing Latte

From the prompt: My roommate got it on with yours yesterday and I don’t think I can face them for a while after hearing the sounds they made last night. Mind if I stayed with you for a while?

Keith gets sexiled from his dorm room because Matt and Lance won't stop hate-fucking. He decides that it's only fair that he gets to crash in Matt's room if Matt gets to keep him out of his own. Shiro is confused but accommodating. Very accommodating.

Matt and Lance have their own fun side adventure in learning to like each other and play nice. Pidge doesn't like it. Allura might.

Flowers don’t always mean “I love you” | Complete | Ch. 8/8 | 14k | T

Tags: Flowershop AU, Slow Burn, pining Shiro, PTSD, fluff, humor

Takashi Shirogane had fulfilled his dream of becoming a test pilot, but after a terrible accident that left him without an arm and in sudden need of a new career, he moves back home and starts working at a family friend’s flower shop while he focuses on recovering and finding a new direction for his life.

Things are going as well as can be expected until an attractive stranger shows up out of the blue, and keeps coming back. Who's this guy buying all these flowers for?

DDY 1138 | Complete | Ch. 3/3 | 7.2k | T | My favorite thing I’ve ever written

Tags: Modern AU, fluff, humor, meet ugly, disaster gay Shiro, smooth Keith

alternate title: Have you ever seen a man so beautiful you crashed your car?

Shiro learns that it's possible for the best day of your life to coincide with the worst day of your life in the dumbest way possible. He gets into a fender bender due to some distracted driving, and his cute mechanic doesn't make things any easier... until he does.

Hat Trick | Complete | Ch. 2/2 | 6.5k | E

Tags: Modern AU, Frat AU, Frat boy Shiro, Frat boy Keith, light angst with a happy ending, humor, crack played straight

No one has ever seen Takashi Shirogane without a hat on his head, or so the legends say.

...

“I tell you what,” Matt said after Keith told him he'd figure out Shiro's secret, the real secret. “If you find out the true story behind Shiro's hat before your initiation ceremony, I will personally pay your dues until you graduate.”

Keith's eyes glinted as he took another long swing from his beer. The steep price of brotherhood had been one of the few reasons he'd been wary about pledging. “What if I don't?” He asked suspiciously. It hadn't taken long to work out that Matt was an agent of chaos. No matter how confident he was in himself, he had to make sure it was worth the risk.

Matt smirked. “You have to wear a Santa hat to the Christmas party.”

Keith furrowed his brows. The punishment didn't add up with Matt’s smug look. His face paled as the realization dawned on him. “Just the hat?”

Matt's smirk shifted into an impish grin. “I knew you were a smart one.” He said with a wink, sticking out his hand. “Do we have a bet, then?”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Keith took Matt's hand and pumped it twice with determination. “You're on.”

Hey Sugar | Complete | Ch. 4/4 | 5k | G | I’m gonna rewrite this one soon rip

Tags: College AU, fluff, humor, pining Shiro, disaster gay Shiro

Autocorrect can be a beautiful thing. It can also be a Very Bad Thing. Keith accidentally sends a text with an embarrassing autocorrect to the hot guy he's been crushing on all semester.

Check Yes Juliet | Complete | Ch. 2/2 | 2.8k | T

Tags: College AU, fluff, humor, mistaken identity, Shirogane twins

Who knew a little Shakespeare knowledge could get you a midnight kiss from the hottest guy at the New Years party? However, young men’s love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes... Just ask Keith.

Melt | Complete | Ch. 1/1 | 1.4k | G

Tags: AU modern setting or Post-canon, domestic fluff, established relationship

It's way too hot outside, and the AC is busted. Short and sweet domestic fluff featuring Spot the fluffy wonder and a trip to the store for some much needed ice cream.

Canon-Verse:

The way you looked at me | Complete | 17k | M

Tags: Amnesia, crack played straight, one sided fake dating, shiro is a mess, humor, fluff

Keith wakes up in the hospital and he's not sure of much, except that he and Shiro are definitely together. Shiro doesn't have the heart to correct him- much to their friends' amusement.

It’s not you, it’s me (also it’s you) | Complete | Ch. 3/3 | 7.5k | T

Tags: Canon-verse, pre-kerberos mission, humor, miscommunication, disaster gay Shiro, Matt is a Bad Friend

Keith catches Shiro doodling hearts in his notebook. When asked who the hearts are for, he blurts out Matt's name so he won't have to confess his feelings for Keith. Now Keith has made it his mission to help Shiro woo Matt at all costs. Matt is very unhelpful.

The Sweetest Apology | Complete | Ch. 1/1 | 2.3k | Gen

Tags: College AU, fluff, humor

Everyone hates those tiny little desks every college feels the need to cram into huge lecture halls- they're way too small and there's never enough of the left handed ones. Keith thinks he scored big time getting the only left handed desk in his new class, but didn't realize he'd be stealing it from a classmate who's missing his right arm... How do you even apologize for that?

Not the right time | Complete | Ch. 1/1 | 2.3k | T

Tags: Canon-verse, angst

fic request: Sheith and "It is always not the right time for us, isn't it?"

They've had so many chances to tell each other how they feel, but for Shiro and Keith it just never seems to be the right time.

Ringing in my ears and one on my finger | Complete | Ch. 1/1 | 1.5k | T

Tags: soulmates, shiro is trying, fluff, humor

Canonverse soulmate AU: Colleen notices a soulmark on Shiro's finger... 

Head over heels | Complete | Ch. 1/1| 1.5k | G

Tags: Canon-verse, established relationship, fluff, humor

Keith's lost an entire Saturday to detention because Iverson is jerk. What better way to get revenge than a practical joke?

from the prompt "Shiro getting caught up in Keith pranking Iverson"

With a little help from my friends | Complete | Ch.1/1 | 1.4k | G

Tags: Canon-verse, pre-relationship, everyone loves Shiro, thirsty Keith

A malfunction in the engine room has left the castle a sweltering nightmare. Hunk has deemed it time for a team underwear party, but Shiro's nervous about his scars. His friends help him feel a little better.

p=mv | Complete | Ch. 1/1 | 1.4k | T

Tags: Canon-verse, humor, meet ugly

The story of how Keith and Shiro met at the Garrison.

Or, the first time Keith saved Shiro.

Or, how a concussion led Shiro to the love of his life.

Or maybe it was all 3.

Love, Shiro | Complete | Ch. 1/1 | 1.3k | G

Tags: Canon-verse, fluff, established relationship, humor, kerberos mission

Shiro and Keith decide to write each other letters while Shiro is away on his mission. This is a collection of some of Shiro's.

Getting there | Complete | Ch. 1/1 | 1.3k | T

Tags: Canon-verse, hurt/comfort, Shiro whump, fluff

A lot of things changed in the year they were separated, but Keith's feelings aren't one of them. Shiro needs a little convincing after everything that's happened, especially with how much of an obvious physical toll it's taken. Keith is happy to oblige.

Just In Case | Complete | Ch. 1/1 | 1k | G

Tags: Canon-verse, humor, fluff, established relationship, pre-kerberos mission

Shiro is accidentally late for a morning inspection because he spent too long snuggled up with Keith. His commander isn't super thrilled about it. 

Series: It’s killing me when you’re away | Complete | Works 4/4 | 4.8k | T

Tags: Canon-verse, Keith’s time in the desert, angst, pre-kerberos mission

Keith’s devastated over losing Shiro

Tumblr Drabbles

Sheith Month 2018 | Canonverse Pre-Kerberos | 20k | G-T

My collection of prompt fills for Sheith Month 2018. All of them are pre-kerb fluff and/or humor!

As Many Drabbles As It Takes | Mix of settings | 10k | Ch. 14/? | M

Collection of sheith drabbles and prompt fills originally posted on Tumblr!

Posted WIPS:

Series: Easier with you | Ongoing | Works 6/? | 15k | M

Tags: Modern AU, Veteran Shiro, Veteran Keith, hurt/comfort, PTSD, Mutual Pining, Shiro Whump, Shiro & Matt, Allura/Matt,

Shiro's just returned back from the military, having been medically discharged from service after losing his arm. Matt is his best friend and is trying his best to help him deal with the loss. He convinces Shiro to go to a VA support group that will end up changing his life.

Best laid plans | Ongoing | Ch. 1/? | 2.3k | T

Tags: Canon-verse, crack, humor, fluff

Was Keith proud of the fact that petty revenge was his first thought upon being given an amazing stealth suit? Not particularly. But was he going to let that stop him from enacting said petty revenge? Absolutely not. Turns out, Karma isn't so much a bitch as a… well, you'll see.

Or, how to attempt to counter-prank your buddy and end up stuck as a cat, a memoir by Keith Kogane.

We’ll fix it in post | Ongoing | Ch.1/? | 2k | T

Tags: Modern AU, Barista Keith, humor, mistaken identity, Shirogane Twins

Shiro is a producer on the hit animated show "Voltron: Warden of the Cosmos" and a huge fan of it himself. Keith is a new barista at the coffee shop across from his studio and a lover of his show. A fortuitous meeting leads them on the path to romance, but there's just one problem: Keith thinks Shiro is his brother, Ryou, voice actor for Keith's favorite character on the show.

[shippin2electricbindu]

Okay so I’m unable to pick an animal for my sona. I’m very indecisive and I have a couple ideas. [ But like, it’s between an axolotl and cat of some sort... Maybe a racoon but idk. I CANNOT DECIDE UGH ] so instead,,, gush post >:) because he is stuck in my head and will not leave. 

SO yeah. New f/o dropped and it’s the little fish. I’m sorry man, I have no self control. I kinda called it before the movie, As soon as I watched the trailer I was like “ He’s kinda cute but I’ll wait to confirm after I’ve seen the movie ” and now that I have, I’m just like “ yeah. I called it. “ and I’m already super attached to him I hate it. :( He’s just so sweet I couldn’t not fall in love. With both him and the movie as a whole because DAMN: animation do be banging though. I love the facial expressions and movement so much, Like genuinely it’s so good and if you haven’t see it, you should. Right now. this is a threat [/j]

Gush is below the cut. I have doodles of him too which are gonna stay in my folder until I get my sona done cause I don’t wanna repost them on their own ( for personal reasons - Mostly so people don’t repost like “ me too ” in the tags, cause... yikes... Also, while ON the subject: I think I’ve blocked out the names enough but just in case - please don’t repost this w/ anything like “  me too ” or something, I’m uncomfy sharing him so please respect that, You do you but this is my safe space :) I respect you immensely and encourage you to have fun with your self shipping however: I’m very attached to him already and get kinda... sad when seeing him with other people to put it into words. This is just a specifically romantic gush too so not much on the others but I’d like to think I’d be friends w/ them all :DDD

But also if anyone else selfships w/ any of the other characters in the movie pspsppspsps please be my friend maybe. 

I’m sorry but the whole movie, He’s just making cute faces like it’s so stupid. Totally wasn’t staring at him the whole time. But for reasons that you don’t need to know why: He’s just genuinely so excited and adorably processing everything I could NOT. I was BOUNCING the whole movie every time I saw him. Like as soon as he was introduced? I’m sorry but he’s stolen my heart, what a bad guy smh 😔 Couldn’t last the whole movie without falling head over heels. 

Don’t mind me hcing him to have adhd cause some of those scenes had me like “ omg same haha “ in an adhd way, Also he’s very impulsive and very just. in the moment if that makes sense? Not saying that’s everyone’s experience w/ adhd for obvious reasons, everyone is different and that’s okay and valid!!!!!! but that’s how he kinda struck me respectively [ and my own personal experience w/ it so esuhfseuifhsf ] and I know for a fact that we’re both gonna forget what we were doing in the middle of something and someone is gonna have to help us jog our collective brain cells. To be honest, I expect it to go something like this most of the time:  

Me: What were we doing.

Pira.nha: I don’t remember... wanna go do [ insert non-related activity here ]

Me: Sure! Hopefully whatever it was wasn’t important-

and said thing probably was but we’re already scrambling away to do the suggested activity and left whatever we might have been doing in the dust. neither of us have the brain cell, we lost it on the way here. 

I think I’d be good friends w/ the rest of them too though!!! Or at least I’d like to think. I’m pretty easy going ( again, I think? ) and polite and just go along with whatever. I think in particular though mr Sh.ark and We.bs! just because Mr Sh.ark is very nice and I think we’d have interests in common? also I’d be very impressed by all his elaborate costumes like dude :0 that’s so many and you look great in all of them, you go bestie. I feel like w/ We.bs, we’d vibe off each others energy though. Like it’d just be some unspoken thing. We’d get along well :))) I’d also still get along w/ the rest of them though, just those two in particular I feel I’d click with better.

Also I can already see him almost getting into fights and me having to drag him away and calm him down because he has a very short fuse and mines is long as hell. Like his patience is tiny and mines ( at least, when it comes to people ) is pretty long. I get to calm him down by holding his hand and complimenting him like “ yeah your the bigger person for doing that, Look at you!! “ and he's probably all happy to get all the lovely compliments and I’d give him a small smooch and he’s completely forgotten why he was mad in the first place. But to be fair I probably wouldn’t need to worry because he could 100% beat up the majority of people he fought. My anxiety would still be like: I’m so concerned with you getting hurt please don’t unless you really really need to. 

But you know there would be a scene were I get genuinely mad and He’s just like “ Ayo 😳 “ because there always needs to be that one scene with that sorta dynamic. Please I think it would be funny and kinda cute, I’d defend him maybe depends on the situation but yeah I’d probably yell at people for ASSUMING he’s bad. Like he is but assuming is wrong and mean. Also because sometimes I can get really REALLY competitive when I’m playing games ( I’m working on that ) but he’d probably hype me up so badly it wouldn’t end well for anyone who’s not on my team. Or if we were playing each other: Idk there would be a verbal battle but like nothing serious and we know not to take it seriously BUT if rejection sensitive dysphoria hit either of us, we’d immediately stop and comfort the other because we’re cool like that 🤙 

I’m also lowkey an adrenaline junkie tho so I assume everyone would assume, because I’m more introverted and not really pictured to be that “ wild ” according to people ( I’ve been painted as the “ parental ” / “ nice  ”friend for years - Idk if it bugs anyone else but it drives me nuts. Just call me your friend please don’t categorize me because it gives me identity issues ;) ), I wouldn’t be down for any of his crazy antics but BRO I am 100% down. I’ll probably be a massive pussy at first but as soon as it happens, I’m already screaming and having the best time. Because mmmm the serotonin accompanied w/ adrenaline is just.. Very very yummy for my brain. I already might have a couple ideas for scenes with that, At some point I do plan on writing about it but for now. Yeahhh.... You can probably already imagine it. 

SPOILERS FOR THE ACTUAL MOVIE NOW PLEASE DON’T READ PAST THIS, IF YOU DON’T WANT THEM!!

Like look at him!!!!!! I am looking and.... His smile HIS SMILE I LOVE HIS SMILE. I would die for this man and if I was brought back to life? I would die for him a 2nd time because he’s that amazing. I want to hold him and just.... Hold him. I want to hug him soooo bad. And just lay there and it would be nice and is my final wish. So when I’m done with my sona, I’m going to doodle that >:))) [ I might get commissioned art too because I got paid recently but I’m too scared to approach people about it nor am I the best w/ paypal and just assume everyone is out to scam me so feel free to ask me about it cause I probably will say yes. ]

I LOVED what he’s doing throughout the entire movie? I wish I had people to talk about it with because I’m probably not going to shut up about it for the longest time and because I don’t want to ruin it for other people, I will remain quiet but at what cost? Advertising the movie until everyone I know has seen it or they cut off my tongue and fingers to stop me from telling / messaging them to [/j]  

Okay so to start it off: I liked all his outfits? he suited them all well and looked great!!! Like damn dude, You not only could have my wardrobe but probably wear all my clothes better than me </3 But he’s genuinely a very well dressed dude!!! I love his design sm!!!!!!! :) Especially the one during the charity fundraiser. He looked so good!!!!! Like you go short king!!!! 

The SCENE WHERE HE’S SINGING. He has such a great singing voice sefuhfuisfh!!! Like :))))) I was grinning ear to ear the whole time I could not!! He was so happy!!!! and everyone was cheering for him!!!!!! LIKE HE DESERVES!!!!!! Ik it was teased in the beginning w/ them singing for sna.ke’s birthday ( kinda had the same opposite energy of that one elephant scene from sing. That’s all I could think of when I saw it ). I know it stared as a little distraction but Pira.nha went all out and I’m probably gonna have it on replay for  a while don’t mind me euhsuif He has a nice voice shut up!!!!1! >:(((( [/lh /j]

Also the scene where’s he’s chopping the food. Bro his tongue is out, he’s concentrating so hard, it’s so cute. Like bhesfsfsefn I could watch him do that for hours. I like to think he’s a very good at cooking :) Like that’s skill. BUt again, his expression is so cute I want to hold him sooooo bad grrrr. 

Anyways I could talk and post screenshots all day but yk yk I don’t want to waste everyone’s time with my dumb shit. I could probably go on for a good while. I just have brain rot for him :((( I’d say this is all I’m gonna talk about for the next month. 

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

Until you’re resting here with me (Love Actually AU) - Part 1

I’m incapable of keeping anything on my hard drive without posting...Hopefully I will have it all posted before Christmas :)

He couldn’t believe he was back here. It had been just over ten years, years where he’d been able to push it from his mind and now he was back, partly, no mostly against his will. He had a vague memory of some annoying kid from his brother’s wedding but nothing more than that. It had to be some kind of cosmic joke that he’s ended up getting engaged to Robert’s best friend and the party was being held back in Emmerdale. From what he could see as he pulled the car to a stop, nothing had changed.

He’d changed though. Back then he was a mechanic, sleeping with his brother’s fiance, not much else going for him. Now, he was reasonably successful, even if selling agricultural machinery wasn’t the most glamorous job in the world it paid the bills...and he was in love with his best friend’s fiance. Ok, so maybe not everything had changed.

He wasn’t going to do anything about it, he had grown up that much. If it was anyone else, he might have, but he wouldn’t do that to Luke. He’d been there for him for years. He’d met him not long after he left the village, letting him kip on his sofa for a while until he got himself sorted. He owed him everything, which is really the only reason he was here. If it had been anyone else he would have made an excuse, got out of it somehow but not Luke. Taking a deep breath he gets out of the car, convinces himself it’ll be fine, and heads inside.

The first thing he notices is that the pub has changed. He’d heard of course about the siege a few years before, he’d even called his sister to check on everyone. He wasn’t that heartless. He sees her first, heading through the back, arms full of food platters. She’s grown up, of course, reminds him so much of their Mum. He misses her. They’ve been closer since that phone call, chatting every couple of weeks, texting a lot even if this was the first time they’d seen each other in person for years.

“Alright mate, you made it!” He cringes slightly, had wanted to see the lie of the land before drawing any kind of attention to himself. Then again that’s just impossible with Luke, he’s loud and annoying especially when you don’t want him to be. “Wasn’t sure you’d turn up.”

“Anyone but you, and I wouldn’t, you know that. So, where’s Aaron?”

“He’s here somewhere, hijacked by his family. Listen, about that, would you, in your position as my almost definitely best man, do me a favour?”

“Almost definitely? Well that’s a compliment and a half.”

“Yeah, yeah. There’s probably gonna be speeches and one of Aaron’s lot is meant to be filming it but they’ve been at the bar since it opened so could you, you know be a backup? You know, posterity and that?” Robert can’t help laughing, can only guess how many drinks he’s already had, but he nods, patting him on the back as he spies Vic making her way back into the bar.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to get it all. I’m, er, gonna go talk to Vic.” She’s already seen him, is heading over to him at speed.

It feels good hugging her, he’s missed her. Whatever reasons there were for leaving he’s always regretted leaving her. There’s no peace for a proper chat and he has to promise her that he’ll hang around the following day for it before she’ll let him go. He’s booked into the B&B anyway, against his better judgement, and he promises her breakfast at least. After that he’ll see.

The party is fun, considering, and he watches as Luke and Aaron make their way round the pub, all smiles. He’s not used to seeing Aaron like this, dressed in a smart blue suit, shirt collar open, and he’s having a hard time taking his eyes off him. He has to keep forcing himself to tear his gaze away in case anyone notices. In the end he busies himself filming and taking photos on his phone trying to do as he’d been asked and capture the evening.

He finds himself watching Aaron again, he’s all smiles, laughing and joking with his family and their obvious good natured teasing. He’s not normally like that. There’s more likely to be a frown than a smile. He can’t really pinpoint when he knew he was attracted to him. Luke had introduced them on a night out and for a reason he can’t remember Aaron was in a mood. The first impression hadn’t been great but even then there had been an attraction.

“They seem happy. Aaron’s been smiling a lot more when he’s come back to visit.” He jumps as Vic sits beside him and the phone has to refocus itself. 

“You know him?” He knew Aaron’s family lived here but he himself lived in Leeds, it hadn’t occurred to him that his sister would know him well.

“Yeah, we were good mates until he moved to Leeds, still are I suppose. I hear from him more than you anyway!”

“Alright, I know I’m a terrible brother, no need to rub it in.” She’s joking he knows, at least partly. He could be better of course. She was forever asking him to come back, telling him that Leeds wasn’t far, disappointed to know he had been that close all those years and hadn’t been in touch. He had a lot to make up for, still.

He glances back at the screen of his phone, still videoing. He can tell she’s looking, can see what he’s recording but he can’t make himself stop. He hates himself for it, it’s his best friend for God’s sake but he just can’t help how he feels. “Which one?”

“Hmm?”

“Which one of them is it that you like? I’m not stupid, Robert. You haven’t taken your eyes off them.” She knows he’s bisexual, had for a year or so, had seen a picture on his facebook that he’d been tagged in, kissing some guy from way back and asked him outright. Vic had never been one for subtlety after all. He was glad she knew though, it felt good, even if she did still stick her nose in a bit too much for his tastes.

“What? No! Luke asked me to video the speeches and that.”

“Hmm, well they’re all done and dusted and you’re still filming. So come on...I’m going with Aaron because you’ve known Luke long enough that you’d be over it by now or at least  done something about it.” He just shook his head in disbelief. “Robert! What are you doing?”

“Nothing. I’m doing nothing, alright. So just forget about it.” He looks at her until she nods. “They look happy, don’t they?”

He’d hoped maybe stupidly, that seeing them together again so happy, he’d start to feel less, that somehow his brain would compute that there was no chance for them. If anything it was the opposite, the more he saw him the stronger it was and he had no idea what to do.

*****

“How long?”

“How long what?” He stops, piece of cake halfway to his mouth. Breakfast had ended up being lunch and now they were in the cafe and he’d barely even sat down before she started in on him. He’d hardly slept, too busy thinking about Aaron, wondering what to do.

“You know what. How long have you liked Aaron?” He can’t help the nervous glance around, checking no one is within earshot before he answers her.

“Will you keep your voice down? It’s nothing to do with you.”

“Got a queue of people you can talk to then have you?” He sighs, she’s got this thing about him only having the one really close friend. It doesn’t bother him, if anything he prefers it that way. “You know nothing’s going to happen don’t you?”

“Expert now huh?”

“Aaron’s my mate, like I said, so yes...I am. I don’t want to see you get hurt Rob, or him.”

“I told you, I’m not going to do anything. It’s a stupid...crush if you like, I’ll get over it. I just need to keep my distance until I do.” It’s all he’d thought about, laying awake all night. If he just stayed out of their way, avoided their usual weekly drink then surely this ‘thing’ would fizzle out. The downside to all that was his friendship with Luke might end up damaged by the time he was over it. Then again it’d be destroyed if he did anything else. “Let’s change the subject, yeah?”

*****

He doesn’t see either of them for a few weeks, he’s busy at work and trying to avoid them, the guilt of how he’s feeling beginning to overwhelm him. Then they’re off on holiday, a pre-wedding honeymoon of all things because they want to stay at home for Christmas. It gives him some space, time to think, even if he doesn’t come to any kind of conclusion. He needs to work something out or he’ll lose the best friend he’s probably ever had.

They’re away for two weeks and the pictures on Instagram keep him more updated than he really wants but he can’t bring himself to stop checking, replaying every video of Aaron willing himself to not feel like this anymore, but nothing works. He shoves it to the back of his mind as best he can until his phone rings at work one day.

“Rob, it’s me.”

“You’re back then?” He leans back in his chair, keeping an eye out to make sure his boss was nowhere in sight. The man had been on the warpath recently and Robert wasn’t about the get on the wrong side of him, not even for his friend. “How was the pre-wedding honeymoon thing?”

“Brilliant. Listen, we wanted to have you over for dinner next week, to say thanks. You free Saturday?” He sighed internally, that was the last thing he wanted, spending the whole evening with Aaron, at least not until he got over whatever this was. Not that he’s going to say no, he never has so far, isn’t going to start now, knows it’ll look suspicious.

“Yeah, should be. Haven’t you got better things to be doing than inviting your sad single friend round?” Please say you have, he thought over and over. He didn’t know how he’d get through it.

“Nah, not really.” Comes the teasing reply. “Listen I’ve got Aaron on the other line, he wants to talk to you. Be nice, yeah?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just be less you, yeah?”

“I’m hurt! Go on, I’ve got a couple of minutes before getting back to the exciting world of tractors.” He doodles absently on the diary in front of him while he waits, the two of them obviously having a conversation.

“Robert?”

“Finally. What’s up?” He can’t help sounding fed up, he’s trying so hard to get over himself and having to see and hear from Aaron isn’t helping in the slightest.

“I, er, I’ve got to go and buy my suit, for the wedding. Well, I’m not one for suits and none of my mates are either. Luke suggested I ask you. You might be a big headed prat but even I can tell you’ve got some taste.” He’s panicking because he can think of nothing worse, spending the whole day with Aaron should be a dream come true but not like this, not buying his wedding suit.

“I’m pretty busy, work, you know...is there no one else?”

“If there was do you think I’d be asking you?” He sounds so put out that Robert wants to laugh. “Look, will you help me out or not?” Well he had no choice really did he? It’d look suspicious if he didn’t.

“Fine. It’ll have to be Friday though, only day I’m free.” That gave him three days to think of a way to get out of it because there was no way this wasn’t ending in disaster.

“Don’t sound too enthusiastic will ya. Friday then. I’ll pick you up at your place at 10.”

He agrees and Aaron’s hung up within seconds, leaving Robert just staring at the phone, pretty much regretting getting out of bed.

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I was tagged by @afewhandshakesaway (thank you so much, by the way! :) ) ages ago in a quisetions thing, and it was still in my drafts when I checked a few minutes ago, so I supose I never actually did it?

I got some new followers recently since I started posting my drawings more and also it’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything with information about me, so I thought it might be interesting for someone, who might have kind of forgotten me or for anyone who has followed me recently? idk

Rules: Answer the following questions then tag 20 people (I’m not gonna tag anyone, because I don’t know who to tag and the people that come to mind have most likely done this already...) 

•How tall are you? 
I haven’t checked this in a long time, but about 160cm. Maybe a cm or two shorter? or 1cm taller? probably like 159cm. idk :D Relatively short. :) •What color and style is your hair? It is dark brown, curly (I’ve even given her a name - Flyufie, which comes from ‘fluffy’ of course) and it’s a little below shoulder length, but shorter than elbow length. I’m trying to grow it as long a possible currently, though. It grows very slowly, so there isn’t much of a danger of it getting too long anytime soon :D •What color are your eyes? 
very dark brown as well. •Do you wear glasses? 
no •Do you wear braces? No and I never have. •What is your fashion sense? Hmmm. Well for pants I usually wear things that are more form fitting than baggy (I don’t like very baggy pants), I like dresses and skirts, though I only have a few and actually don’t wear them as much now that I think about it... Most of my clothes are either one colour or have just a bit of “decoration”, which is either in the form of a plaid shirt, a pattern of black birds in flight on this one gray sweater/blouse I have or this one rose filled skull on a red sweater/blouse I have (which interestingly I didn’t like at first and thought was waaaay out of my style but it’s one of my favourite clothes now. The nice red colour also has a lot to do with it though). Uuuumm. Idk how to explain my style. It’s nothing too flashy and it’s not especially girly I guess. To me it’s kind of cute, regular urban style. Most of my clothes are  blue, white, red, black or pink I’ve noticed.  •Do you have any siblings? Yes. I have an older sister, who is 5 years older than me. And I also have a half sister, who is over 10 years older than me and we’ve barely ever seen each other ever. So I usually don’t really count her much to be honest... •What kind of student are/were you? Currently, in universiy, my tuition is quite high, so I’m trying to get scholaships and that has a role in me trying very hard to have the best grades possible. so I’m not very ‘free’ to be the kind of student I feel like being... So for thins I will try to explain high school me.  I was a good student. Mostly had very good grades, though occasionally had some not as good times. I tried to take part in the classes I was interested in and most of what I learned, I learned it in class. I didn’t to my homework very strictly, but I still tried to mostly do it. When I was bored in class I would usually doodle and in the cases where I could get away with it - listen to music. Radiohead only, lol (Not even kidding. The only variety was either AMOK or The Eraser). I tried to be quiet if I was talking to my friend and if I wasn’t paying attention I made it so as not to bother anyone with my boredom. I really hated the people who would talk loudly and make it everyone’s business that they were bored. And who would act rude to the teachers. That’s not to say I didn’t have a couple of times when I wasn’t as quiet... Speaking of teachers, most seemed to like me and say I’m a good kid. My friend who had worse grades than me used to tell me I was smart and good at subjects, when actually most of the time I didn’t put too much effort into studying. So in my eyes I thought I was an average/good student, who tried to be on a good level, but since most of the people around me didn’t bother much, I ended up being one of the best in the class. And in a few subjects especially. English was one of the subjects I was best at, actually. And tumblr was one of my main ways to practice. Not that I set it as goal or anything, but it just ended up being this way, so I thought I should credit it :D •What are your favorite subjects? If I had to choose from the ones I had in high school, I would say english, biology and sometimes literature and physics. I got into art on my own. School didn’t do anything to make me interested in it. But I remember that this one time in music class the teacher played something on the piano, and that had an impact on me wanting to try it out myself. •What are your favorite tv shows? If you’re asking about shows I watch regularly, than the anwer is that I moslty watch anime. It had a big part in me deciding to pursue animation (and with that, art... though I wanted to draw since I was little. I just didn’t have anyone to teach me and I thought it was all “talent”), so yeah... But there are shows, which I would watch if I catch them on tv or something. I remember binge watching Doctor Who a few years ago and I liked it a lot, though I barely remember anything from it at this point. W.i.t.c.h. is an all time favourite of mine. Naruto is my anime bae, due to being the only thing I’ve watched for like 5-10 years and growing up with it (and also it’s just good. Despite the counltess fillers and some little flaws). I’m enjoying Boruto, too. Ummm... Avatar was also quite great. (both the series with Aang and with Korra). Mmmmyeah, I guess these will do. •Favorite books? 
I don’t know. I don’t remember tittles and authors and I haven’t read that much anyway... But the last one I read was Hotel by... aaahhh, it was this famous author, I’m sure google search would do the work, but this exactly what I meant by not remembering authors. But yeah, it was a good read. •Favorite pastimes? Walking around when the weather is good, drawing, watching anime or stuff on youtube. And if I’m at my boyfriend’s place, cuddling and talking about stuff. And laughing. Laughing is always great. •Any regrets? Not really. I like the person I am and I’ve gone through periods in which I’ve changed and gotten to know myself better and it all feels logical and right. For the longest time I used to regret not gathering up the courage to tell my first big crush (5 years. from 3rd grade to 7th. And a few years after, getting over him) that I liked him and asking him if he ever felt anything for me. I would regret not saying ‘fuck it’ and not care what people think of me, like myself more and not try to fit in so hard and just face him. But regretting that is pointles, and also it would be me blaming past me for not doing something she just wasn’t able to do. I had to go through all the stuff I’ve gone through to get to where I am, so I don’t think I regret anything. I guess I wish some things hadn’t happened, but oh well. I’m still curous what would have happened ‘if’, but I guess I’ll never know. •What is your dream job? Working for the animation studio of the people, whose course I’m currently taking. They are so nice and such cool people and I get hyped about animation when I’m there and they explain well and they’re still a very young studio (also the people there all seem to be quite young!) and they have this project for an animated series, which just looks SO. COOL. and I want it to be successful and I want the studio to be successful and just be part of it all and help and have some part in that success. And yeah. I still don’t know which position to aim for, but I know that’s the place I want to be at and those are the people I want to work with. And it actually seems like it could happen, so that’s really great. •Do you want to get married?
 Yes. Some day. In the future. Just thinking about it gives me anxiety, though. Mostly because of having to organize everything and having it be a super special day, that I’m scared there might be something to make it not as perfect... And other reasons. But yeah, in theory, yes. I like it as an idea I think. Though it still feels a bit weird. I guess I just feel too young for that. •Do you want to have kids and how many? Yes, two. •How many countries have you visited?
  I don’t know. Not countring my home country (Bulgaria) that would be Greece, Macedonia, Romania, Italy, France, Serbia... And a few more, but mostly just the Balkans. The furthest I’ve gone is France and I’ve only been in Paris for 6 days, so I don’t feel like I’ve seen much of the country at all. •What’s the scariest dream you’ve had?
 Hmmm... Well there was this one time I had a dream that I was in a cave and I was going out through a hole when suddenly the cave formed around me and I was stuck and couldn’t move at all, the rock was sooo hard. That was pretty scary, especially since I have claustrophobia. But also any dreams with snakes are hella scary for me. I’ve had a few where there were snakes everywhere and I had to try not to step on any but they were all over the place. That’s always really horryfying for me. •Do you have any enemies? 
I don’t think I do. I usually try to be nice to everyone and if someone doesn’t like me, I doubt they have a reason to hate me enough to be my enemy. •Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Yes. <3

[airoasis]

"A Christmassy Ted" | Christmas Special | Father Ted | Dead Parrot

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"A Christmassy Ted" | Christmas Special | Father Ted | Dead Parrot

You already know i’ve been doing various pondering lately in well I I just don’t believe i’m cut out for the priesthood I think it is time you and that i faced facts you want us as priests in the nation if now not the first-rate safe haven sub percent what i’m speakme about don’t you yeah yeah I believe I do i’ll be off then come here right here would you love a peanut peanut you stroll me down for me a peanut god do go oh sorry stated go to mattress you capable right here we go one two three howdy Dejan Oh the airhead oh wait no what good once more yeah wait we get this kind of tender again again go on again Duggal simply sit down Oh Ted am i able to open a further window and the arrival calendar first very well then however consider you’re simply allowed to open latest window Oh Shepherd great stuff oh god Ted cannot open the opposite two no Dugan Ted I can not wait to find out what’s behind tomorrow’s one I bet it is a donkey or anything all correct so you’ve gotten transformed out of your initial prediction places of work once more rude howl it can be sitting on a shared wasn’t God Almighty do go the place do you get these matters you realize scorching i’d say it can be mainly just a lovely angel what would you say is in the back of you Marvin to father Jack well who knows yes woman’s neck oh sure Father sure message understood God Almighty Dougal depart the calendar unless the following day one other yr long past it’s rough to feel isn’t it I imply what’s it all about Dugan well it would not relatively have a narrative Ted you comprehend it’s practically football and stuff no dougela I mean lifestyles you already know your slave away attending to the needs of your parishioners and what do you get a one-approach ticket to Palookaville you already know I regarded within the replicate this morning and i noticed a middle-aged grey-haired man staring again at me who used to be that me do lady oh yes of direction it is just that I acquired a Christmas card the previous day from father Jeff laughing he’s in Montana he makes $50,000 a 12 months and 2000 and guidelines exquisite how does he manipulate that I do not know a lap dancing or whatever and then there is father buzz Dolan in Canada he is his own exhibit on cable and that i hear he’s landed a significant section in the new Bond movie all began for him when he received that golden cleric award let’s be quality to be noted are you aware what i would love about being noted people listen to you they hearken to what you have to say and i’ve a lot to say what about when you are doing all of your sermons Ted folks take heed to you then don’t they i do know dude I imply individuals I appreciate you see you simply talked right across me there even you don’t hearken to me that is not reasonable well I do are you looking ahead to Christmas i am indeed mrs.Doyle a great quiet Christmas that’s what I need a high-quality quiet Christmas with no exceptional incidents or unusual individuals turning up that will go well with me all the way down to the ground a excellent quiet common everyday Christmas oh there is the door i’m sorry is this mrs. Reilly’s condominium no ed that’s it simply down the avenue oh thanks very a lot who used to be that Ted simply any one we’re looking for Riley’s residence she had a child together with her for a moment I thought a person had just left it on our doorstep cut Ted could you assume what would have happened if she’d left it with us sure we’ve been watching after and everything and coming into all types of hilarious jams the entire factor would were very very humorous well it would not have been that humorous Ted simply no and the drinks simply come out right here now you’ve got already punched in your choice from milk and sugar so all of the work is taken out of it even the ultra-modern girl plenty of time for scheming sympathy glitch and can entry espresso scorching chocolate or Horlicks yes tea master particularly takes the distress out of constructing tea good what do you feel possibly I just like the distress for mrs.Doyle good inspiration Ted fragrance is the superb lady reward isn’t it yes that is why God invented perfume so you don’t ought to put any notion into whatsoever I used to stick Jack ultimately oh they’ve bought this exceptional pressed head the place that you would be able to put humans who do not wish to go searching they are able to just stay there and have a laugh now we have on no account heard of that but there different individuals there are quite a lot of individuals lifeless you can be pleasant fragrance you think you would be capable to scent it very exactly how we all know good we’re within the Hindi placing around near ladies secret things it’s justice seem this way oh no more Underpants I mean I did not need so many forms of Underpants huh I mean what did the parade round of them looking in mirrors all the time we obtained slightly lost in the retailer that is why we’re right here gonna bit misplaced here I think that’s why you are here as good misplaced sure right yeah that’s it that is it examples you understand how over here it is eire’s largest Landry section I realize yeah I read that somewhere the quality suggestions for us to get out of right here as quickly as possible you already know for clergymen striking across the freely part sure I see what you imply yeah let’s try this manner we have now been here I do not forget these brows from the first time circular all of them look the equal to me no no these ones have double padding and the black clay many times lonely factor to reduce the physical activities and extra-strength straps in the event you move by a bra with a center art support and single pilot and the flight lace outline then I consider we’re on the right monitor any individual’s coming to see you good no longer in view we were watching for the bathroom so we desired in here by mistake it can be big it’s Ryan’s largest lingerie part I realize like that is the quandary we have now 8 priests placing across the lingerie part with one or two of us that’ll be embarrassing but cost we’re speakme countrywide scandal Oh the heels appear the equal right very first thing do not panic we’re on this factor let’s try to get out of it okay Billy i would like you on point for the clearly father D can you take up the back let’s go and hold it quiet I damage any one possibly i’m simply going crazy laundry part goodbye i don’t feel this sauce you’re taking a leisure photo for the correct you go on factor but anticipate this form of thing of the priest best two weeks ago a good phase is to send me off to some bloody cat oh is not it i am gonna make you a promise sooner or later you and i we’re gonna be in that new parish of yours sipping iced tea on the garden it’s a little bit bit only a reminiscence are you able to maintain onto that idea okay can you do that for me as well it can be my stupid fault for messing with the brass go forward slowly sluggish you down listen we’re a crew stick collectively there is the exit thank God God seem at all these people they definitely see us popping out perhaps if you actually buy some Underpants then it wouldn’t seem so unusual they’re ladies’s Underpants attention who’s bought essentially the most boring voice wash off the fanatics who’s received the most boring voice this set had been you asking for a dramatic entertaining voice no Newton said of boring he desired an boring voice if that’s the case you ought to excuse me for my impetuous interruption hear that is what we will do what is going on on I consider Ted has a plan no I imply most likely anyway after the laundry section ladies and gentlemen might you please deliver your purchases to the checker because the steward selected garments what’s incorrect Google took three lads pointing at a stare at head disappointing hi I’ve received to do with Christmas oh honey how there’s nothing in the Catholic scandal supplement about the lingerie episode I feel we acquired away with it hello Craig Holland parochial residence father Ted Crilley speakme k Tom McCaskill right here whats up Tom how are you and the place are you you left a brand new north and hurry i’m in room oh when are you coming back when things have died down slightly I would ought to head off to South america for a whilst you recognize she’s going to make a bloody fuck about it ah no that is now not fair catch up with you about that Lourdes factor looking a wee bit dodgy for that reason I washed it just let me discontinue you proper like correct there tom that money used to be just resting in my account anyway Ted we owe you a huge want forgetting the lad Joseph’s difficulty the opposite day we would such as you to have a golden cleric the golden cleric you’re not severe i’m lethal serious Oh God i don’t think worthwhile once I consider of all of the different priests who bonnet you deserve it you managed to have but a very difficult hindrance and avert yet another rip-off when the church father bully in the rest of the boys will drop the award over to you the next day oh and is the reps are about this register em is there any style of money prize with – i am afraid now not tag however somewhat strapped for cash here at the second anyway see you quickly doodle wonderful information you’re getting married common is that a joke yeah no i’m being given a golden clerical struggle without doubt exceptional it can be not every day you went into Wars who’re no father you can’t have an award why no longer award a massive sure there you’re great balls all image doodles take a image Oh Ted am i able to stay up day after today night time to observe the dreaded movie oh no no no no the final time you watched a scary film you had to sleep in my bed i would not mind but wasn’t even that horrifying film come on no Ted a Volkswagen with a mind of its own long past mad if that is not horrifying I do not know what’s don’t it is a kid’s film when you cannot care for that how on the earth are you gonna be in a position to take a movie a couple of burglar who runs into individuals’s houses and kills all people is that’s that what this one’s about sure if you wish to make reward your possess age this movie the present day gossip or without difficulty have somewhat of fun oh please chat again and converse to veggies you wish to have to understand right I acquired the presentation case for my award our exceptional ed outstanding I feel i will put it right here over the creaky floorboard any robbers got here in and tried to rob my award will hear them only a few pleased to get this award you are aware of it let me no longer be one of the vital top priests within the country after I get my award all correct zero pronouncing there i’m some of the prime intent within the country did you hear that I stated there only a 2d in the past I did yeah well it is now not earlier than time father I continually proposal you have been one of the vital first-class clergymen within the country thank you very a lot mrs.Doyle one of the crucial excellent or perhaps the quality just right one mrs. Doyle actually would you say i am the quality priest within the country on the second you don’t leave out new country simply say so I truthfully won’t intellect i would say you perhaps the 2nd pleasant no it’s all proper i’m no longer the quality priest in the country i am honey the 2d first-rate there may be anyone better than me it seems that father I was just considering of these monks working very bad areas oh yes of path these lads father Archbishop Desmond Tutu and the likes is a Protestant man all proper oh first-rate so Protestant is better than me proceed this i’m not the exceptional i am just 2d best it sounds as if the golden cleric is a runner-up prize well i’m so sorry surely i am just an fool undoubtedly I cannot even say Mass safely father don’t take it again that’s what you mentioned you stated i am no longer the high-quality peaceable within the nation that is best just want to recognize the place I stand without doubt now i’m gonna must jack it in priesthood i will write a letter to Bishop Brendan requested me for early retirement and maybe after I go which you could ask the opposite priest father Peter ideal the best priest to come here and you could work for him due to the fact that he is definitely this kind of nice priest welcome to priest chat bank if you are beneath 18 or no longer a priest please cling up now you desire to communicate concerning the Pope’s seek advice from to Mexico say sure now if you wish to speak about being vaguely sad but now not being competent to determine exactly why say yes no wait yes yes hey whats up no is that being vaguely unhappy however no longer being equipped to determine exactly why no this is easy methods to spoil the news of a loss of life we have been just speakme about methods I say it’s first-class to just get it over with rapidly your husband’s lifeless and he’s not coming again get used to it sure but frequently a few little recommendations support like consider how your husband used to love a good snort my predicament is that I should be on top of the world on account that i have been given an award but the fact of the topic is that i know this is a priest best line you recognize why Wow there at the same time you have been out to your walk we had a phone name I suppose you had been presupposed to do a funeral today utterly forgot about it’s all proper father McGuire said he three it is no use i am just so occupied with Christmas I can’t sleep do you on no account get to sleep like that i’m just writing my speech for tomorrow god it is superb thus far what do you place in speeches you told me thank each person wouldn’t you no no longer in this case Dougal you see I received this war to my possess initiative and rough graft so there may be no one else to thank him besides myself that is a good notion i will thank myself Wow is that the speech no he is simply the notes quite see right here for example it is a record of people who’ve relatively fucked me over down the years father Jimmy Fennell he relatively wishes taking down a peg or two and father PJ coward oh wait a minute he’s on the wrong list he must be beneath Liars alternatively than twats last I got a chance to shine to stand out to be recognized I appreciate it no dude I imply cognizance of my my knowledge of my achievements all correct and what achievements of those hope Larry Duff’s coming capture my tremendous second I shall supply him a name hope he makes it Larry’s significant phony frustrated he loves award ceremonies oh wait no he is on vacations well i’ll disturb them anyway i’m gonna try and get to sleep one more time that is little need Dooley she’s a good way to go to sleep simply exceptional empty your head of all pots i will supply it a go however I quite do not exquisite a lot of humans in the stable Ted it can be the one thing I did not expect do study to and open your presents I fully forgot concerning the presents first the calendar no offers I acquired any better than this you understand I used to be racking my brains seeking to consider what would mrs.Doyle really love for Christmas and then I thought whatever to take the distress of creating tea mrs. Doyle the times of housekeepers making tea are over we cannot live in the dead of night a long time you’ve got made your final cup of tea in this apartment if i know people the way I suppose I do she fairly loves that reward how do you know i know don’t consider I had observed those little pointers he left lying around the position gift present gift reward present reward rack off who could that be sermon is just not till – I’ve neglected the ceremony hover no no certainly not yeah have not modified a bit yeah rascal and also you seem at you you have not converted both what well what about the hair all right from the hair it is a it is a it can be a different shape colour colour colour of direction it it was once red brown blonde howdy there whats up there are you again I consider you told me all about it no why did you stick the ancient name and deal with within the the booklet you recognize especially the title very important that you simply write the title very very evidently i would love to inform however I are not able to relatively write you see one time final yr I used to be rollin with scissors and it fell and the near of the controls handwriting was once utterly severed father are you not going to introduce me to the brand new father all right rate of course absolutely i will inform you what see if which you can bet Godfather certain it could be some thing still dog supply us a are attempting father Andy Riley no father Desmond coin father George burn for the David Nicholson father chook ditch i’ll give you a clue ken Sweeney for his or her Neil Hannon father Keith : for the Ciaran Donnelly but their Mick McAvoy for the Jack White there Henry massive begging them for their Hank tree father Hiroshima Twinkie estate bubble braveness so johnny has a poppin father Luke Duke however they’re Billy funny father chewy Louie Papa John hoop fucker Harry Keitt Lynam extra nebula conundrum so the PB Stairmaster lifeless lips father Jemima rock Julie father Jerry twig father Sporto komodo for the Tuttle chest sure is that particularly did she get ah come on Ted you knew already yes sure of direction I used to be simply amazed that she acquired it in Wow good underneath an hour well done mrs.Doyle so todd todd todd todd todd they’re now Todd just right old Todd how you get down there Todd how are you fixed for a cup of tea Todd i might you put together a sizzling toddy Todd do you wish to have Todd anything at all todd todd what time is the ceremony Ted well Todd it is now not rather a ceremony i am certain to be just a very undeniable simple affair sure grandchildren about me i’ll be looking sir also won’t be ok so Oh appear dad what you love he knows salivate for them tell you i’ll alternate the dominant stick palace however sorry i am sorry what’s the title Shan Shan sorry i don’t have got to get into it nevertheless it just we want you there on the day you already know a 2nd or two and i’m day that is here any one organized around right here do not talk to me you don’t talk that situation over there who loves when the rhythm kicks in and the track displays itself via the counter rhythm which is there be aware of what you able ok i know first tougher tell me what you see this hi who’s Ted and who’s Duggal hello i am Ted and that is doogal there i am doback he’s useless he is over his dead father why does he want you with the aid of the stage he he ought to be me dick man good day i am clearly a Shinto the golden cleric thank you very so much Ted have you ever ever notion about doing any television work had crossed my intellect leave out jeren agent no i’m going to inform you what I give this ad name nonetheless wonders for me well then correct thank thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks just right afternoon and welcome to the fifth annual presentation of the golden cleric each 12 months the Catholic Church offers an award to a priest for exceptional achievement this yr’s winner is anyone who’s overcome controversy prior to now when rumors of economic irregularities no no no however following a thorough investigation no formal fees have been ever made once more so he was simply resting in my account authorities had been stressed via what they saw as weird irregularities in his debts however he’s overcome all these individual setbacks oh come this yr’s golden cleric females and gents I provide you with father Ted Grilli who does not discontinue i am on it instead of sticking with scores in public good good good good hi-yah I see some familiar faces right here today some welcome some now not so welcome looks as if I’ve had the final chuckle and quite a lot of persons who relatively failed to consider I had it in me to come to be a great priest well what I say to these men and women is seem at me now however eventually I got out of his headlock and now where are you father a person hunter or offer you some pygmies in the South Seas and where am i right here accepting a golden cleric award for being a top priest he thought it could be a great proposal first-class fun to pour water on this young rookies mattress however of path 30 years later the smile has been very so much swiped a father Barry Kiernan’s face and now we transfer on to Liars follower Peter Sorensen farther Desmond Cairns recollect him good executed first-class speech Ted it went well did not it tell me you as wandering round in there for three hours sure it is ireland’s biggest land resection I understand all right oh no mr.Doyle that you could put that away and loosen up sir we’re gonna check out the tea master how does it work Ted what am i able to no longer simply put the milk in no you see what you do is solely leave the cup there slide them any such cartridges right here when the teachers comes available in the market snatch so that is splendid sure good understand that I’ve won an award i can hardly ever be seen consuming tea that’s just been made in a pot the notion it just seems too good to be genuine watch the catch i’m sorry father your voice is just so boring i could not pay attention well do you might have an tremendously boring voice I was just announcing what is the capture sorry didn’t get it there both I imply enthusiastic about the tea master factor there ought to be some style of a seize oh oh there’s no capture no watch this see superb father there may be any one there there is without a doubt any person like their father what do woman put on that track well on the song that makes father Jack stand up what sorry about that Jack likes Assad to stand up and up within the music comes up equal-same it is only a bit fun sure well we we style of idea father Jack was jumping via that window slightly too most of the time that’s why we put in the plexiglass anyway my speech what did you suppose of us all of us have a seem on the Christmas movie yeah and now a special improved Latin Mass from san martin’s cathedral in dublin oh satisfactory mass god I just remembered I imagined to be doing anything terribly essential and the item I was once supposed to be doing I just remembered I’ve bought a telephone this fella on loss of life row that I befriended recently since it is been performed tomorrow for mass homicide so you understand i might say he is lovely low on the moment God Almighty did you do it oh sure no yes do you need any support speakme to him because he might get hysterical and crying and i might say pull your self together man all right there may be been a giant accident so I will have to go to I’ve got a cellphone call there where you have been all somewhere else correct so we’re now not off saw father anxious you’re coming too I would get you carry ah no residence there was once a nice mass Alton Cosby is doing us i’m a large fan of his he gives good mass but he rather he particularly knows the best way to work the altar seem at that chalice work easy oh good we’d be off so see you quickly bye thanks for coming to the award ceremony where I obtained my award now on BBC one the director’s reduce of Jurassic Park with further dinosaurs good that was once a fantastic day God was once lifeless it used to be a great day amazing fun i would say it was one of the vital excellent Christmas days ever Duggal I was once being sarcastic all right hey so was i who’s that fellow huh dogs I failed to invite him did you yeah no that’s right I barred you from inviting persons to the condo after that tramp stayed for per week wasn’t a tramp Ted that was the high Minister of France no dooble he just lied to you Todd sincere i don’t keep in mind him in any respect who the hell is he might be he had a nickname like you know Terry Wogan what you imply that’s his actual name anyway do not worry about it h ere you be long past in the morning look at you lying in there like a giant agent well here all of us should not all the plenty just like within the old days they take into account the entire fun we used to have in the showers do you still do you continue to have the giant oil bushy arse fluffy bit of downy fluff ah God memories consider the time you old Mitch go to the diner live performance i couldn’t go considering I used to be recuperating from a enormous vehicle accident did he exhibit you the scar there you might be see that reward ship there got Jesse’s and that series of tiny little indentations all alongside me inner thigh the run the entire approach up to me developing see the great food ah Tara’s half earlier 1:00 in the morning you go off to sleep I was once just wandering round generally I can not sleep and i desire a excellent stroll to calm myself down you do not mind do you no no you do that every one right so excellent night time and blissful Christmas Ted God Almighty – i am not going out of this room unless the next day to come i don’t danger bumping into that weirdo bina snootiness you see them flip off the light earlier than you come up need you and please don’t watch why Mackenzie panic it can be a hazardous however my god the fact I suppose it can be secure to assert the burglar is undoubtedly in the avenue of nightmares Duggal I absolutely told you to not watch that movie Ted no I wasn’t watching a Ted I simply got here down to hold the milk round hey your holiness president Robinson well performed on everything mr.De Niro good well I adored you in Godfather too he is not going to be doing any further burglaries the place he is going Oh the place’s that good let prison sure of course sorry but sergeant tell me how did you know a lot about me i’m desirous about that myself anxious if that’s your actual name I already advised you it wasn’t how were you aware so much about father Crilley is this off the report of path good I wasn’t selridge just a few days in the past received talking to this ancient priest in a bar he was once a bit cagey in the beginning however just a few pictures of JD and he was singing like a chook the golden cleric they name it giving it to an ancient buddy of mine Ted Crilley met him on dolly mound strand as a listening a plan fashioned in my head we drank lengthy into the night time me pay in a direction him spilling his guts on a subjective asserting a further tanta cruelly you bought a mane a white hair kinda like it get on a mule wet the mattress ascend columns significant furry yes the longer he talked the better at intestine and ancient-timer named Jack Hackett and a negative unusual fool boy after that all I wanted used to be the correct costume priest I mean ye yeah that’s a long story i was such as you a completely normal bathroom commonplace run-of-the-mill cleric then I received first prize within the country west meet priest to the ear competition the bet it went to my head after that I started hitting the altar wine too hard going easy on men and women in confession getting backhanders for doing quicker masses all I wanted was trophies and prizes however the person who particularly acquired me rough used to be the golden cleric no no no today what I used to be going to ask you as you are a priest I mean why did you take the other priests clothes i don’t know it used to be simply going our way good I’ve got dangerous information for you so referred to as Tong juice that wasn’t off the file i am utilising that as evidence in opposition to you ah that is fully unfair take them away thanks sergeant they may be profitable this father you both should be very proud of yourselves no longer one of these dangerous day in any case i might say it can be a useful one thing you have pricey mrs.Doyle huh state-of-the-art technology it’s exquisite is not it it is indeed and thanks once more father it’s the first-rate Christmas gift ever what concerning the tea laptop oh yes i’ll go on crank it up right now no i do not just like the sound of that in any respect i’m sorry mrs. Doyle we’re simply gonna ought to get it constant oh no father don’t please what father i like the whole tea making thing you understand the playful splash of the tea is it hits the bottom of the copper trail of including the milk and watching it settle for a moment before it filters slowly down through the cup altering the color from darkish brown to a lighter brown perching an not obligatory jaffa cake on the saucer like a proud soldier standing to awareness beside a huge cup of tea oh simply believe father don’t forget the entire great times we had once I used to make the tea tea mom you’re right mrs.Doyle T out of laptop is like milk out of a youngster’s bottle the youngster does not need one other bottle he desires it out of his mom’s make us each a fine common cup of tea correct your father and don’t you worry it’ll be tremendous superb bloody hell do you know Dougal priesthood it’s now not about awards and glamour it can be about tough graft and attending to the non secular needs of your parishioners you recognize that Tunxis fella that would were me rather that explains so much Google i don’t think he picked up on what I supposed there I would were a bad priest you realize i am gonna be lazy smug now not giving a damn about the wants of my parishioners Ted it is mrs.Kill Cody she wants you to do one of those remembrance masses i am nothing you understand doodle i am sorry about my recent silliness you recognize you deserve this award as so much as me particularly thanks Ted that’s fine thanks very much just leave it oh you wager higher I think yeah and my name on the plaque we won’t bother changing that all correct I i do know the awards mine and that’s good enough for me yeah there’s no gonna have a bat you already know help me relax after the day ok what are you doing simply having a bit of of a laugh .