#My style definitely didn't change just for these guys. Nope not at all

[sarosthewizarddude]

"Ineffable selfies"

HELLO IT'S NEARLY 11PM AND I SHOULD REALLY BE ASLEEP BUT I WANTED TO POST THIS FIRST

honestly though I'm probably not going to sleep I'm probably just going to read or work on my cosplay or some shit

I've finally drawn the ineffables again! (I also have a bunch of doodles that I will share eventually)

Crowley added the filter like the silly little dork (affectionate) he is

[prinvessdior]

Possibly a sneak peak of chapter four of HOFAH I need to change the title holy shit

This ends pretty abruptly bc it’s just a sneak soz ;(

I must've turned on my heel too quick because the next second I collided with a wall face first, though it wasn't quite a wall, more like someone.

Unceremoniously, I fell backwards from the impact only being caught with an arm looped around my waist, and a cup of.. something sweet covering my favorite jacket in its sticky gooey goodness. My headphones jostled off my ears to hang around my neck, faintly I could hear a Billy Joel song playing.

"Sorry— I tried to get you before you put on your headphones." the brick wall said, oh no that was totally not cute blonde boy from the café, he was frowning looking down at my chest, woah back up buddy. I followed his gaze and realized there was a ugly brown stain in my former pink favorite jacket. My favorite jacket that I'd saved up for a month for.

"Oh," I said dumbly, still caught in the surprise of literally running straight into this guy and spilling his drink all over myself

"Uh- well I was trying to give you your drink back that you left in the café but uh." Totally not cute blonde boy said and released me his frown deepening. I hadn't even ordered a drink for myself, did he go through the trouble of buying a new one and walking all the way here with it? The chocolate was still warm as it seeped through my jacket to my sweater.

"It's-its okay!" I stumbled out flushing from the cold. Yep totally.

"I didn't really like this jacket anyway." I lied with what I hoped was a convincing laugh.

he tilted his head to the side at me, "Are you sure? That looks expensive?" Damn, how good was he at reading through lies. I strained a smile.

"I mean yeah- but it's not a big deal really!" I shook my head already peeling off the stained material.

I shivered when the nippy air seeped into the fabric of my sweater, and I was pleasantly surprised to find a new, warmer jacket wrapped around my shoulders. Totally not cute blonde boy had taken his own hoodie off, it was emerald green, like his eyes. While he busied himself I took another glance at his viridescent irises. Yeah, they were perfect.

"Can't have a pretty girl walking around in the cold." Oh god he was a flirt, my heartbeat picked up and another flush rose to my cheeks. "But- won't you be cold?" I asked though I pulled the green fabric tighter around my shoulders, he shrugged, "I like the cold."

"Could I uh- maybe get your jacket cleaned or something? I feel bad for scaring you." He cleared his throat, I held my pink jacket dumbly in my hands.

"It's okay! I can jus—"

He held his hands out in front of him for my jacket and frowned looking down at me from under his fringe. This close I really got to see him, his blonde hair was wavy and I could spot some curls near the back, it was cut in a mullet style, I thought they went out of style years ago.. but he could definitely pull it off.

"I insist." he flexed his fingers and then I noticed how big his hands were. You think if he put his palm on my face it'd cov—

NOPE. Stop it right there brain you don't even know the guy. Against better judgement I placed my favorite jacket into totally not cute blonde boy's hands and he beamed at me, it was comparable to the sun. He took my jacket and neatly folded it beneath his arms, and he was gentle with things that didn't belong to him, someone help me.

"Can I get your number? So I can text you to give back your jacket." and he was smooth I think I might melt the snow I'm standing on. I nodded a bit too enthusiastically and opened my phone, clicking on new contacts and handing my phone to him. Our fingers touched when he handed me back my phone and I let my fingers linger.

“I’m sorry again about your jacket.” He spoke up after he watched me deposit my phone into my—well his jacket’s pocket, it was muscle memory alright, totally.

[nuctoria]

Do you have any more King Boo, Antasma, and Dimentio hcs?

This should warm up my hands, cause it's freezing in my room right now.

King Boo -

This guy has never watched a horror movie ever, he tried to read a book with ghost stories but he didn't find it scary or interesting at all and so he just avoids them. He gets his inspiration from what he hears from his boos say while out exploring or scaring others and going out on his own and observing the Toads.

He has every opportunity to attack Luigi at any point in his own home, he knows this. He just doesn't do it because he has more material to work with at abandoned mansions or buildings he makes ghosts create, since its the design he wants and can manipulate at will with his illusions.

He loves visiting the younger boos and playing with them or teaching them to be the scariest they can be. Gotta learn from the best after all! Same goes for ghost children, like the baby from the first mansion. You think he learned how to use such powerful and terrifying magic on his own? Nope! Special lessons from the king himself!

Ghost animals know not to mess with him. They'll mess with the things and people around him and roam near him if they want to but never make direct contact with him unless he himself wants to. Polterpup will forever be loyal to Luigi but even it knows its limits.

Like Luigi, he has crazy lightning powers, which is evident in all LM games, from sound to visual. However, Luigi's is elemental and natural, King Boo's is artificial and has different side-effects than normal lightning.

He has to take his crown off when not battling or away from his domain, or at least the gem, since it can drive him insane. He doesn't mind when he's battling as it fuels him with the power and drive he needs to keep going but he wants to have a normal day, he has to set it aside to ease his mind.

He changes his style after each defeat, making himself look flashier and flashier each time, which is evident with how luxurious the hotel was and with the four keys Luigi had to collect and put them on KB's tongue door (no idea how to call it-), since Gravely made it in his image, it means those are tongue piercings. He does this to show Luigi what he could have had if he stuck with him from the beginning.

He definitely offered a deal to Luigi to be his subject when he died when they were dating, not wanting to loose him to the Underwhere or Upthere when his time was up. It was denied and it's another personal insult he won't let go.

He knows Bowser is very much wary and uncomfortable of him and takes great pleasure in it. He likes to keep his alliances on their toes and watch themselves, saves him from future betrayals.

He has been to the Underwhere and explored it a bit but prefers to stick to his own domain, knowing he doesn't have much control there thanks to Jaydes, which means he has to watch himself.

Antasma -

He's an only pup, so he has no siblings or a colony. He remembers his folks but they aren't around anymore due to how many years have passed.

Speaking of which, his age is pretty much meaningless at this point, given how many years he has managed to live by keeping himself fed enough and bid his time in regaining his powers after imprisonment.

He had direct contact with the spirit of the Dark Stone due to how much he used it but after destroying it, he never heard the spirit again, nor knows where or how it is. He hopes it still exists at least so the power won't vanish for good.

He doesn't know Bowser is a father but he does have suspicion on his and Kamek's bond which he had plans to use for his benefit, but he couldn't due to the betrayal that he didn't anticipate.

Before his imprisonment and while scheming behind Dreambert's back, he loved intimidating and threatening the smoldergiest for fun or to do his bidding and give him information he needed.

Dimentio -

No, he's not the son of the Pixl Queen, not in my version at least.

He's a lot, lot, LOT more powerful and knowledgeable than he appears to be, especially for someone who's lived for so long. In the game, he said he had waited for over 1500 years, but he's been alive for much longer than that as he first had to learn of the prophecy and gain an interest to it after research to be committed to it.

Also, his defeat was somewhat planned, he just didn't expect that Mario's team would be more powerful than he thought but he used it to his theatrical "defeat". You cannot tell me that someone who's lived for so long and waited even more for this prophecy, this artefact that could bend reality itself and the man who was to host it in its body, could be defeated this easily. This is not his end, but he has gained new knowledge and is taking his time modifying his plan to perfection.

There must have been countless trials and errors while trying to summon the Chaos Heart, either by the demands of Count Bleck or by Dimentio influencing the scene for unfortunate victims to go through unwilling and broken unions to see who would finally be the one couple that would summon it, always missing the part of the Man in Green that he thought wasn't necessary until Luigi showed up.

When he finally got the hint about Luigi being connected to the prophecy and having him brainwashed like this, he tried to get close to him and manipulate him to his side, which didn't work but he was introduced to a snippet of Luigi, the parts he sometimes showed to the world but wasn't happy with, and grew interested in the individual. This fascination grew when he sent him to the Underwhere and tested him some more after he reunited with his brother, battling him himself. He could now see why the prophecy waited so patiently for him. He wanted him too now.

That's all I have for now.

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Aca Top 10 Hits Of 2019

A bit more of a random-sounding Top 10 for Voiceplay to do, but they did something similar 4 years prior with "Aca Top 10 Summer Hits of 2015" (or something like that - I never watched it). This video released right at the end of December 2019 (just a week after their Frozen 2 Medley, damn), and was arranged by Geoff! And all the other Aca Top 10s have been very comedic visually, so this one should be fun as well! (I have seen this a few times before, but it's not one I've watched a lot)

The guys really said "oh good, a video where we don't have to put as much thought or effort into our clothing choices! 😂"

"I do my hair toss, check my nails!" (we were robbed of Geoff doing a hair toss in this one ngl /j )

Also we're back to Geoff holding up cards for each song! (But in this one the cards change colours! (via post-production editing))

Eli, Earl, and J brushing their shoulders off 😁

"Just walk your fine ass out the doooor" (👉👈)

(I'm also a big Swiftie, sue me)

J and Layne what are you two doing 😂

Omg not Layne making it rain XD

J None vibing (also see what I mean about the colour-changing song title cards?)

Time for Eli to be extra dramatic, it seems! 😁

Nope, Earl's the bigger drama queen here I think! 😆

cue low-key ridiculous vocal percussion/beatboxing moment

cue low-key ridiculous bass (subharmonic?) note! (it still counts as talking about the visuals okay!)

aaaaand cue whatever J is doing 😆

(Also just realized Layne's hair is styled slightly differently for this video?)

Love J's dancing during "Senorita", and Earl's air bongos!

Man they had a lot of fun with the Old Town Road bit didn't they? Positively vibing

Return of the Carrot Lord!

Earl: (pretending to ride a horse)

Layne: (being a horse)

Ayyyy we got another Eli Eyebrow Raise!

Oh wait that's the end of the video (told you I haven't watched this one as much!)

This post might have not been super long, but things are definitely gonna be kicking up a gear from this point. I sense some quite long posts on the horizon, waiting to be written...

[coreene-simblr]

Get to Know Me - Sims Edition

Thank you all so much for tagging me @papermint-airplane @treason-and-plot @hazely-sims I feel so grateful to have wonderful mutuals like you guys!

Answers are under the cut!

What’s your favorite Sims death?

I play Sims 3 the most so I'll answer it for that one. There are so many cool deaths in Sims 3, unfortunately I only experienced a few and in those my favourite is definitely the meteor one. I got this only one time in my 10+ years of playing. I remember it like yesterday, I had just made a new sim, was planning on playing a legacy and sent her to university. I shit you guys not she got hit by a meteor on her first class activity. As that was my only sim, the game was over xD

Alpha CC or MaxisMatch?

Ahh, hard to answer. You kind of have to go with Alpha hair in Sims 3. I remember I used a lot of Alpha cc for sims 2 back in the day. Before MM was this popular. I really do not like alpha cc in clothes for Sims 3 though. I guess a bit of both?

Do you cheat your sims weight?

I never actually felt the need to do that. I personally like exercise and my sims usually are on the active side as well and they keep good shape. I certainly don't mind seeing sims who are a bit on the heavier side around town.

Do you move objects?

Probably not as often as other simmers, tbh. I do build but I don't like clutter. If I feel the need to use it I will, but it doesn't happen often.

Favorite Mod?

Definitely Nrass MC. It just makes it so easier to fix some of the quirks this game can have. Also being able to just makeover townies, is a must for me. Even though I carefully select my randomizable outfits I'll still take them to cas for a touch up.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

Ah, hard to remmeber. I think I had open for business in Sims 2 as my first expansion but the first one I specifically saved up money for was Late Night for Sims 3.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

Alive.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Kara Down, had a post dedicated to her a few weeks back and it's here xD

Have you made a simself?

Eh, not on looks exactly like myself but definitely on traits, Kara is pretty much me/my alter ego. I made her when I was 12 and didn't know how much I liked dancing or clubbing xD Realized it after I grew up and got to do those things, haha

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Hmm, there was this hair mutation my only 4 generation legacy had. It was a very nice shade of blonde, I liked that.

Favorite EA hair?

For Sims 3 it's this hair Karen has in this post.

For Sims 2, harder to choose. I love all these ( 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 ) my favourite is gonna be the Bella hair.

Favorite life stage?

Always gonna be YA. In every iteration. Loved university stuff in Sims 2 and I love that stage in all other games.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Well, I like building the lots my sims play in. A lot of the cc lots out there have too much clutter and I do not like clutter. Whenever I download a lot I'll end up deleting all those decorations anyway so why bother. Adding the fact that I'm an architect in RL, I just notice, specially in residential lots, some no-no's we were thought in school.

Short answer is, I build them for myself to play in and share just in case if people would like to add my things to their games.

Are you a CC creator?

I haven't dabbled with creating meshes but did some recolours, tattoos, lots or whatever. Am I a cc creator tho? Nah, I just share the stuff I make for myself.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

Sim Squad? No. Simblr friends? I would like to think, yes. I consider people I chat regularly under posts as my simblr friends :D

Do you have any sims merch?

nope

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

nah

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I am in more control of the town but less in control of my sims these days if that makes sense? I try to do what they would wish to do and leave certain things to their autonomy.

What’s your origin id?

Do not use origin. I have the games on discs and I created their disc images long time ago. I use the no-disc crack for them now as I couldn't set the disc image to work for Sims 3 on this laptop.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

I do not have that much cc for sims 3 but first people that comes to my mind are @sweetdevil-sims and @simlicious. Love their edits to simple maxis clothes and simlicious' patterns. They are out of this world in quality! looking at @aroundthesims for some objects I find myself looking for also.

How long have you had simblr?

I think I have been sharing my lots on @simsitecture since 2017 but haven't interacted with the community much back then due to my main blog being something else. I changed this blog to be a simblr I think about a year ago and since then I've been more active here.

How do you edit your pictures?

I have a few actions for brightness and saturation in PS. I use those on images I think that are too dark etc. Nothing else.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

Sims 2: Nightlife

Sims 3: Late Night

Sims 4: Get Together

Hmm, think there is a pattern there...

I think most of you guys have already done this but I'll tag some people I haven't seen share this yet. There is no pressure to do this and also if you want to do it and haven't been tagged consider this your tag!

Tagging @simstryingtheirbestok @zergula @ts3strayastray

[4acesofspades]

answer every single question on that ask game you reblogged xD

Welp, you asked, so here goes nothing..

(It didn't number right, but the questions are still labeled right)

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

Spotify

is your room messy or clean?

Pretty clean, sometimes there’s clothes on the floor

what color are your eyes?

Blue 

do you like your name? Why?

Not really, it’s way too common 

what is your relationship status? 

Married

describe your personality in 3 words or less

Old fashioned weirdo

what color hair do you have?

Natural blonde

what kind of car do you drive? Color?

Silver Honda Accord 

where do you shop?

Mostly Walmart 

how would you describe your style?

Cheap and changes depending on my mood. Sometimes it's sundresses and sometimes it's leather jackets.

favorite social media account

Like type of social media?  Or specific account?  My favorite type is probably tumblr but I don’t have a specific favorite account

what size bed do you have? 

I share a queen with my husband but in my room (yes I also have my own room) I have a twin 

any siblings?

One sister 

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? Why?

Maybe on the border in the us to help with the refugee crisis

favorite snapchat filter? 

I don’t use filters 

favorite makeup brand(s)

I couldn’t tell ya.  My mother in law buys my makeup. 

how many times a week do you shower?

Whenever my hair gets unmanageable

favorite tv show?

Ho boy, Leverage or Emergency! Probably 

shoe size?

8.5 women’s

how tall are you?

5 foot, 7 inches

sandals or sneakers? 

I have tanline stripes on my feet lol, definitely sandals.  But cheap, comfy ones

do you go to the gym? 

If I’m actively training for a race, then yeah.  Otherwise I hate it.

describe your dream date

On our honeymoon we got to stay in a (supposedly) haunted mansion in New York.  It was amazing.  Also it would be awesome to like, go through someone’s attic or something? 

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

I have a bunch of culver’s coupons?

what color socks are you wearing? 

None, I’m wearing sandals :) 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

One

do you have a job? what do you do? 

Nope, I’ve been looking for 5 months and haven’t found anything in my field, but I would love to work for a nonprofit.

how many friends do you have? 

Not many.  I have a few acquaintances I met in college, a couple good friends from high school, and some of my husband’s friends that I consider good friends as well

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

Cut my best friend out of my life in order to get rid of another (toxic) relationship.  Regret it every single day. 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

There’s these Fir tree or whatever candles they sell around Christmas that smell just like the holidays and they’re my favorite

3 favorite boy names

Mason

Cameron

Eliot

3 favorite girl names

Eleanora

Rosalind

Kalia (Ka-lee-a)

favorite actor? 

I don’t really have one lol. I like the guy that plays Eliot on Leverage, and I like the guy that plays Johnny on Emergency, but I don’t really follow celebrities too much. 

favorite actress? 

See above 

who is your celebrity crush?

Despite my previous statements, I have a massive crush on Cote de Pablo. 

favorite movie? 

Idk if I could choose just one! Encanto and Moana for disney movies, McFarland, USA and The Outsiders for other movies, National Lampoons Christmas Vacation and 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

I read quite a bit.  I couldn’t possibly choose a favorite book, but the most influential has been The Latehomecomer by Kao Kalia Yang

money or brains? 

Brains, always.  You can get along without money but not without brains 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

My dad calls me flounderlips and squidlips and flapjoint.

how many times have you been to the hospital?

Couple times for migraines.

top 10 favorite songs

Currently? Or of all time?  We’re gonna go with currently as the list changes constantly. 

 Best Bad Habit by Danny Warsnop 

 Quiet as a Rat by Amigo the Devil 

Coat of Many Colors by Dolly Parton 

We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel 

Godmanchester Chinese Bridge by The Howl and The Hum 

Outlaw Pete by Bruce Springsteen 

A Symptom of Being Human by Shinedown 

Sometimes on a Sunday by The Glorious Sons 

Sing for the Common Man by Dolly Parton 

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot  

do you take any medications daily? 

Yeah I take migraine meds twice a day and vitamins at night

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

Idk, normal? I’ve never really thought about it 

what is your biggest fear? 

Amounting to nothing, probably.  I’m also pretty claustrophobic 

how many kids do you want? 

3

whats your go to hair style?

I have curly hair so wash and scrunch. Usually it’s in a ponytail or lazy bun 

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

Big old house built in 1925.  

who is your role model? 

I don’t have a specific role model.  I try to pull bits and pieces from all different things in life- favorite authors, people I meet, tv shows, parents, teachers, and friends, etc. 

what was the last compliment you received?

My husband told me my novel idea was incredibly original. 

what was the last text you sent?

I told my friends I don’t like frosted cookies as much as I used to. 

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

1st grade

what is your dream car? 

1967 Chevy Impala SS Coupe. I have indeed put much thought and research into this.  I would also be interested in a 1967 Shelby Cobra but I’ve never even seen one in person

opinion on smoking?

If you’re going to smoke I’d rather you smoke cigarettes around me than vape.  Idk but vaping really gets under my skin. 

do you go to college? 

Graduated December 2022

what is your dream job? 

I want to work for a nonprofit in their immigration department helping immigrants and refugees settle in and work through their transition to America.  Would also be interested in someday working as an immigration lawyer 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

Rural.  Our town has about 3000 people.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

I used to but I don’t anymore. 

do you have freckles? 

No

do you smile for pictures?

Yes

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

1062

have you ever peed in the woods? 

Many times

do you still watch cartoons? 

All the time.  

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Never had Wendy’s nuggies and I don’t really like McDonald’s 

Favorite dipping sauce? 

Fun fact, I don’t like any dipping sauce. 

what do you wear to bed? 

Shorts and a tshirt 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

HA good joke

 what are your hobbies?

Writing and music 

can you draw? 

Not even a little 

do you play an instrument?

Flute, clarinet, saxophone, and I’m learning guitar 

what was the last concert you saw? 

Nothing More last year 

tea or coffee?

I like both 

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

Neither 

do you want to get married?

Been married over 2 years 

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

My husband’s name is Daniel ;) 

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

Yup, it was a pain in the butt 

what color looks best on you? 

I like dark red on me

do you miss anyone right now? 

Yes, my best friend in high school 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

Door closed, I watch a lot of Emergency and am paranoid of housefires 

do you believe in ghosts?

Kind of

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

When somebody’s turning left and the person behind them can’t wait 2 SECONDS for them to turn and they speed around them on the shoulder

last person you called`

My daddy 

favorite ice cream flavor? 

Chocolate

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

For knockoffs, golden.  For name brand, regular. 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

Rainbow

what shirt are you wearing? 

I’m not, I’m wearing a sundress. 

what is your phone background?

Nate and Eliot from Leverage being dorks 

are you outgoing or shy?

I’m really shy until I get to know people 

do you like it when people play with your hair?

Depends on the state of affairs.  If it’s already a mess I love it, if I just watched it, you’re risking your life by touching my curls 

do you like your neighbors? 

Yeah they’re nice. 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

At night

have you ever been high? 

Nope

have you ever been drunk? 

Nope

last thing you ate? 

Salmon

favorite lyrics right now

From Quiet as a Rat by Amigo the Devil: “Time doesn’t respect what doesn’t respect it/ And kind isn’t a word I would use for man/ If everyone’s made in his image and even he couldn’t perfect it/ Then what the hell makes anyone think we can”

summer or winter? 

Summer for sure. I live in Wisconsin 

day or night? 

Day. I like the sun 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

Dark 

favorite month? 

I like May and June, but also September and October 

what is your zodiac sign

Aquarius 

 who was the last person you cried in front of? 

My husband 

[abuddyforeveryseason]

Is this the Buddy for July 24th? It's barely a Buddy! Where's the big hair? Where's the scarf? What about the pink sweater?

Truth is, this is an approximation of the original design for the character. I had written a bit of a story featuring this character, but it never really clicked so I kind of gave up on it for a few years. Then I came up with the design I'm using now, and I think that worked out great.

I didn't really worry about coloring this drawing. I wanted to make the beret and the jacket red, and I usually just color Buddy's skin red too, so I figured I could just make it all red.

It's funny how coloring can change a character's personality. Even using just three colors, I can think of different ways to present a character

This, for instance, would be a better way to color him. Still all red, but the eyes and teeth show he's human.

This is still three colors, but now the clothing isn't all red. The fox hunting jacket isn't my favorite, bu it looks okay.

Now this character's completely different. He's white. The pink skin is a fourth color, but if pink's just a mix between red and white, I can still get away with it.

The same applies to his grey beret. A mix between white and black.

The brown jacket's a bit more realistic than the flashing red. It could be some sort of leather, or even just dyed fabric. And, brown's a mix of red and black, right?

Now we're back to the original Buddy skin color. From what I remember, this is kind of what the character would look like in the original story.

Let's change things for a bit. What if Buddy was black? The darker skin is a bit harder to pull off in my style, but since this isn't an official Buddy of the day, I can cheat a bit with the colors.

The gray jacket changes the look quite a bit! Almost makes him look like a spy or something.

Now let's try a very pale Buddy for a change. His skin is practically chalk white, and the lighter color on the outfit don't help.

Nope. They definitely don't help...

Now that's the exact opposite. All black outfit! Kind of makes him look like a goth. Black outfits aren't as fun to draw, cause you gotta draw everything in white after coloring them in, but I kind of like the effect.

This is a bit closer to the new design. A pink jacket and white T-shirt instead of pink sweater and white scarf. I think it tells more about the character's personality.

A different way to color is just having most of the drawing in black and white, but add a splash of red for effect. A bit pretentious, though, but on the other hand, it's faster.

This is the devil. The all-black eyes suck the soul out of the character, don't they? A bit hypocritical of me to say so, since my drawings usually just have black dots for eyes. Notice the weird color of the jacket? A mix or red, black and white.

A different style, with cooler colors on the outfit, and an almost grey-ish skin. Could be like a traveler from an alternate universe or something. Or like how in Mortal Kombat characters' outfits' colors change when both players choose the same guy.

Not as much difference in this one, but the black t-shirt changes the drawing a lot. The matching pink beret and jacket also show this Buddy's trying to look good.

Speaking of black, how about an all-black outfit, to blend in the darkness. I like the cartoony thing of characters' outfits being just a black shape. Really Genndy Tartakovsky, right?

This is just a statue. Doesn't look like it's alive.

This is also a statue, but it's a nude that some kids covered with real clothes.

This, however, is a living statue. The eyes and teeth are real. He can move around and shop. Still more experimenting with colors on the jacket and beret.

This one's a bit like Fry from Futurama. Speaking of, the show's coming back!! Whoo!

Here we have something with darker colors. The jacket and beret match, which kind of make this fellow look like he's wearing some institutional uniform or something. I often obsess about details like that.

This one's also pretty satanic. Changing the color of the eyes - specifically, the whites of the eyes - can turn a character into something completely different. Almost a different species.

This is a fun, but very traditional coloring style - the characters' clothes are colored, the skin is white. Lazy? A little bit, yeah. But maybe he's an albino.

This is a guy with gross black teeth. Yuck. Another different outfit, though.

And, to finish the set, we have a Noob Saibot type. I could say it's a shadow monster of some sort, but I'd just use drawings like this to show there's a flash of light behind him or something.

So, I tried different colors on the same drawing to try and draw as much personality as I could from a simple character sketch. I don't know how successful that was, but it's a fun experiment. When coloring isn't the time-wasting exercise for toddlers, or the soul-sucking labor of professional comic book colorists, it can be pretty fun.

[residentraccoon]

Back in July last year I did some blind predictions of this year's eurovision so I'll just list all of them here lmao, enjoy

• Host city will be Glasgow or Manchester.

• Albania: Ethno ballad a la Theje (FiK 2022)

It was Liverpool lawl

It was indeed an ethnic ballad, but it wasn't exactly like Theje. Just typical Albanian in Eurovision song

• Armenia: A pop song with a bit of ethnic influences, probably won't qualify.

Sike, Brunette qualified, and the song does have a bit of ethnic elements in it. Pretty spot on.

• Australia: Something pop like We got love.

Nah, electro rock instead.

• Austria: Tired of NQ-ing so they send a great ballad with power vocals trying to imitate rise like a phoneix but in the end they qualify and score on the right half of the scoreboard.

They qualified, and they did have a right-scoreboard result. Another good prediction.

• Azerbaijan: Sends a girl with a weak pop song (a la Falling Stars, Moldova 2016) with half-swedish half-azerbaijani songriting that either borderline qualifies or nq's for the first time since 2019.

It did NQ, but it wasn't a girlie pop by swedes, this time it was completely made by the artists themselves.

• Belgium: Will probably send a dark ballad that changes tempo at the bridge. Really no idea for them.

Nope, no dark ballad this time, but a funky disco gay anthem lmao.

• Bulgaria: After years of doing so well BG will probably get their downfall. Will probably send a balkan ballad in english that won't qualify

Bulgaria withdrew.

• Croatia: Steps up their game and chooses Mia Negovetic (internally or wins the nf with changes rules and revamped) and scores in the top 15. Not sure on the genre, probably will be similar to her 2020 entry.

Croatia this year was extremely different 💀 but they indeed got top 15 in the end.

• Cyprus: sends a hot guy with an uptempo song written by one or two swedes trying to imitate Sweden's success. Doesn't qualify.

Partly true, it did qualify.

• Czech Republic: Will originally state they won't participate in esc 2023 but their decision will be changed in the last minute and will compete. They'll go with an uptempo song again and most likely place top 15. Before the contest the odds will say they won't q but will be a surprise Q.

It's pretty uptempo, placed top 10 even but the whole time the odds said they're a definite Q sooo this was again pretty spot on.

• Denmark: NF will remain the same, nothing will change despite the weak recent results. Their song will be fully in english and it will be a mid tempo song. They'll place around 20th.

Breaking my heart was pretty uptempo actually, and no, they didn't qualify.

• Estonia: They will send a female singer with a calming slow song, in the style of Med haekanddi sol or Calm after the storm.

It's a slow song sung by a girl, but it wasn't the same genre as the 2 stated above, just a power ballad.

• Finland: Gets again a top 10 result with a rock, meme-y song.

UMMM this one is VERY close. It was a metal meme-y song that got in the top 3. I was close with this one.

• France: Selects Pauline Chagne or LMK internally, or another female singer. Will place in the top 15.

Female singer, yes. But it was just outside of the top 15.

• Georgia: Will have a pop feel good song with a few georgian lines. Will qualify

Nope, not at all oof

• Germany: Sends a pop rock song and will place around 16ish.

They got last again 💀 but yeah, pretty close with the genre

• Greece: Sends a girl for the 7th time in a row and doesn't qualify. Song will be in english.

Song was in english but was sung by a boy. And it didn't qualify.

• Iceland: Remains strong, sends something in the style of Turn this around and places Top 5.

Iceland NQ'ed.

• Ireland: Sends something strong and emotional, with empowering lyrics. Will qualify.

Empowering lyrics yes, but it didn't qualify lol.

• Israel: Fuego style song lol. Top 15.

WOAH VERY CLOSE. It was similar to Fuego with it being a girl bop with lots of choreography, and got a top 3 result.

• Italy: Sends a weak entry but won't be in bottom 5. Will place 18ish.

Sike again, Top 5 with a ballad.

• Latvia: Either sends Justs or someone with an indie pop. Qualifies.

OMGGG another close one!! Justs was in the national final, and Sudden lights were an indie (rock) pop band. And they were pretty close to qualify but in the end...yeah.

• Lithuania: No idea for them. But I see them qualifying.

Yup, they were in.

• Malta: Continues the streak of cheap pop songs. NQs.

It was a pop song (not cheap though) that didn't qualify.

• Moldova: Same as Malta, will choose something extremely basic (such as Stay, Moldova 2019) and NQs.

Completely different lol. But I did guess the title of the Lithuanian entry so yay!

• Montenegro: Borderline Qs with an ethno bop.

Montenegro withdrew.

• Netherlands: First NQ since 2015. Will send something in the style of Montenegro 2016.

I guessed the NQ, but not the genre, it was a polar opposite one (aka ballad)

• North Macedonia: Qualifies and gets top 10. No idea for the song but will probably be something opera pop or just simply opera.

North Macedonia withdrew.

• Norway: Sends a girl with an emotional ballad sung in cursive. Qualifies.

It was a girl, and she qualified but no cursive sung ballad. They had one in the national final though (Elsie Bay with Love you in a dream)

• Poland: Sends something in the style of Paranoia from their NF.

Nope, they are both pop but come on, Paranoia is light years ahead of Solo 💀

• Portugal: Sends fado but people won't like it and will place bottom 5 in the odds. At the actual contest it either does very well or doesn't qualify.

They did send something ethnic Portuguese a bit, and it got bottom 5 in the final.

• Romania: Will choose Olivia Addams via internal selection with a song in the style of Sugar by Natalia Gordienko.

Nah, not even close.

• San Marino: No idea. They're so unpredictable.

I laughed 😂😂 they got a dated dad rock with cheesy lyrics in a broken english.

• Serbia: Balkan ballad probably.

We got epic boss battle with an electro beat instead lmfao

• Slovenia: Sends something with a lgbtq message since they just legalised this year the same sex marriages.

WELL- the music video had included a bit of that and it does have a bit of vibes, this was eerily close lol??

• Spain: Contines Benidorm Fest and gets another good result. Will send something catchy like Rayden

17th is more of a decent result but no Rayden style song.

• Sweden: Goes back to basic hot guy pop song. Top 10

Nope, we got Loreen lol

• Switzerland: Sends something very memey with yodelling and people will compare it to Yodel It. NQ

Completely different entry, emotional ballad about war

• Ukraine: Either places bottom 5 aka "host country" curse or wins the 2nd year in a row. Might be wrong and biased af but I can see them having a win streak like Ireland had in the 90s

Yeah, not the case. They did beat the host country curse.

• UK: Places high once again thanks to TaP music. Or at least I hope so.

Bottom 5 💀

[safetypinklaus]

So I borrowed this prompt from Naturalxselection! She’s an amazing writer so definitely check her stuff out.

Prompt: "It would be wise for you to remember who's in charge here."

“Can I choke her?”  Becky asked Seth as she watched you bully one of the new girls that got called up. When the Bella's retired, WWE needed a new resident mean girl and you had step up to the plate. Both in and out of the ring.  It was all in good fun, for you. The other women superstars found you to be a bitch. Especially your former best friend Becky Lynch.

"She might be into that"

"He's right, I am." You looked over at Becky a smirk on your face as you approached the table in catering, that her and her best friend Seth was sitting at. You loved to piss her off, it brought you joy seeing her get all riled up.

"Why don't you just fook off, you selfish Prat" Becky told you as she started to grab her stuff to leave catering.

"Oh come on Becks, don't be like that. After all I didn't even do anything."

"Yet. Why don't you go back to bullying Liv and leave me the hell alone."

" I could, but where's the fun in that? I much rather talk to you. Besides you remember all the fun we used to get into? Sometimes we would even let Seth join in." Smirking at her, you picked up one of her fries off of her plate and ate it.

She slapped your hand away, pushing her plate into Seth's direction she stood up grabbing her stuff. "Get rid of that for me"

"You talking about the plate or Y/N?"

"Both" and with that she left.

You took the spot Becky recently occupied. Pushing the fries she recently abandoned in front of you. You ate one and then you proceeded to start up a conversation with Seth.

"What's her problem?"

"Maybe she's tired of you treating everyone like shit. you kinda been acting like a bitch lately."

"A bit misogynist of you Seth, and here I thought you were a feminist. Tsk tsk."

"I am a feminist, but it doesn't change the fact that you've been a bitch lately. She's tired of your new attitude and so am I."

"If you don't have enemies in this company, then you are doing something wrong. Don't be jealous because I'm at the top and you are stuck in mid carder hell. You know what? Fuck you and carrot top. I don't need any of you, I don't need anyone." You told Seth as you started to storm off.

"Maybe you should ask yourself why you don't have any friends Y/N" Seth called out after you.

Maybe he's right. Maybe I have change. But this change led me to being Raw women's champion. They are just jealous, I'm at the top of the game and they aren't. I don't need them..... or her.  Truth be told, you always had a crush on Becky. You knew she did as well, because you guys would sometimes hookup. You missed her. But you doubt she would forgive you. You shook your head trying to get rid of those thoughts, you had a tag match to worry about.

Raw had just ended. You unfortunately had a tag match against Becky and Bianca. Your tag partner was Rhea Ripley. You liked working with Rhea. She understood you. She got your new attitude, and she loved it. You knew she had a crush on you. Rhea was beautiful, and you liked her style and her new recent personality change. You saw a lot of similarities in her. but she wasn't the person you wanted, the only person in this world who you truly loved. Nope that would be your former best friend Becky.

Which is why it didn't surprise you when you found yourself outside her hotel room contemplating if you should knock or not. With a heavy sign, you knocked on the door. A couple moments later the door open to reveal Becky with her hair in a ponytail on the other side.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Can I come in? I just want to talk."

She stared at you for a moment or two before letting you in. You moved to sit on her bed, as she stood in front of you.

"Well talk. I was busy before you decided to interrupt my night."

"Like what watching the Simpsons for the hundredth time?"

"I can still kick you out of my hotel room, especially if you want to continue acting like a little bitch. Did you just come here to argue you or did you actually want something?"

You took a deep breath before you start speaking. "I got into an argument with Seth, and he said some things that got me thinking."

"That's never good."

"No i guess not, especially when it had me thinking about you. About us."

"That's in the past, if you are here to apologize you can just go. I don't want to hear it."

"Becky I'm sorry, somewhere along the line I let me being at the top of the company matter more to me than you. I really regret that, and I'm sorry. I never should of let some champion matter more to me than my best friend. I've missed you"

"Your apology is weak, especially when you and I both know I was more than just your friend."

"I know, and I screwed things up. Let me make it up to you, please. If you give me the chance, I can change. I can be that girl you once liked before." You told her and you meant it. You were tired of everyone hating you, especially Becky.

"You mean you could go back to be the girl I fell in love with."

"You were in love with me?"

"I did, and I still kinda do. Lassie I missed you too but I'm not gonna date someone who acts like prat all the time. So if I do forgive you, you better actually change."

"I will Becky, I love you too." You told as you stood up. Her hands went to your waist pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss got heated, as you started reaching to pull her shirt over her head. Pulling back from the kiss, you made quick work to unbuckle her pants. Becky hands swatted your hands away.

"It would be wise for you to remember who's in charge here." Becky told you as she put her hands on your chest pushing you down on the bed. Her fingers moved to unbuckle your pants. She made quick work towards undressing you. Standing in front of her, you kinda felt a little self conscious. But you had no time to think anymore of it, as you felt Becky kiss down your thigh. She moved her lips to your inner thigh sucking on it hard enough to leave a hickey and at the same time using her thumb and index finger to rub circles at the front of your folds.

you then felt Becky's tongue lapping at your folds. You bit back a moan as you gripped the sheets.

"Becky.... Becks pleaseee faster."

Her hand went to squeezing your ass as they held them up, As she moved her tough in and out of your folds. Pulling back, she got up to stand. You looked at her confused.

"why did you stop?" You whined.

"Get up, I want you to ride my face." She said a bit breathless but stern. Becky moved to lay down on the bed. As you did as you were commanded. With Becky's help positioning you over her face as you grabbed the headboard to keep you steady.

You felt her tongue enter back in you. As she started licking your folds faster. Your breathing hitch as you could feel yourself about to cum.

"Becks I'm about.... I'm about to cum."

With her hand squeezing your thigh, you took that as her giving you permission and you came.

You moved to get off her, as you walked to the hotel room bathroom grabbing a towel so she can wipe the excess of her face. You handed her the towel as you layed down on the bed next to her. She used the towel to wipe her face off throwing it on the couch when she was done, she layed back down next to you. pulling you closer to her, you position your head on her chest.

"I missed you, I know I've done a lot of bad stuff and its probably gonna take a while for you to fully trust me again but I'll work on being better. I should have never let the championship mean more to me than you. I'm really sorry Becks." You choked out, burying your head deeper into her chest.

"Yeah, you got a lot of making up to do. You can start by getting on your knees for me." She looked down at you a smirk lighting up her face.

"So you forgive me?"

"I wouldn't have fucked you, if I didn't."

You looked up at Becky with a smile. You got your girl back and you were gonna change. Keep the mean girl act for only in the ring. Change was gonna be hard, but you will do it for her.

A/N I don't own anything. I'm also kinda sick, so if it sucks I'm blaming that. This was my first attempt at writing smut, so let me know if I did good or what I could work on. Thank you for reading :).

[yourlocalbassistgroupie]

In A Darkened Room // Rachel Bolan x Reader

AN: This one shot contains smut- 18+ Minors dni

Rob and I had been buddies since high school, so when he asked me to go on tour with his band, Skid Row, I had no choice but to agree. I was to help with the merch tables and other things like that.

I loved the band. I hung around with the guys and they were super chill. Rob was well- Rob. Snake was always kind. Scotti was always a too little crazy for my shyer personality. Sebastian was the biggest sweetheart, even when his ego was most definitely showing. Someone I really seemed to notice was Rachel.

It didn't help that I'd always had a thing for bass players. They were always more shy than the others and much more humble, and Rach was no exception.

One night at a hotel, the band had just finished up the last show in the tour.

We were all hyper for some reason, just wanting to do some sort of stupid shit.

We all found ourselves in Sebastian's hotel room. Rob and Snake were doing shots, Scotti and Baz were watching some interview on MTV.

I sat with Rachel on the couch near my bed. Everyone else was focused on their own thing, and not on the conversation between Rach and me.

"You're telling me you've never fucked Rob?" Rachel asks. I playfully punch him in the arm.

"God no! He's like a brother to me," I say.

"Not Scotti or Snake?" he asks.

"Nope," I say.

"Not even Baz? Every chick and even some dudes have gotten with him at some point!" Rach says.

"Rachel!" I say, laughing. He laughs too.

"Really no one?" he asks.

"Why do you care so much?" I ask him.

"I'm just wondering if anyone in the band has peaked your interest," he says.

"Well why didn't you just lead with that?" I ask him, chuckling.

"Okay... has anyone from the band gotten your attention?" he asks.

"Well... there's just this one..." I say, trailing off.

"Do tell,"

"Well, he's more shy," I begin.

"And...?"

"He's sweet, has good style," I continue.

"And he plays bass," I say, finishing my sentence.

"I know who it is!" Rachel says.

"Oh yeah? Who?" I ask.

"Rex from Pantera!" he exclaims, referencing the bassist from the band currently touring with us.

"No, you dumbass! You!" I say, almost shouting.

Rachel pauses for a moment.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yes," I respond, waiting to be let down by his feeling not being reciprocated.

"Shy?" he questions me.

"Yeah," I reply.

"Let me change your mind on that," he says, smirking.

I look at him confused.

He gets up from the couch and pulls me up.

"Hey guys, y/n and I are gonna run to the vending machine," he says, before bringing me outside the hotel room.

We run down the hall to his room before opening the door, letting ourselves inside.

"This doesn't look like a vending machine," I says, jokingly.

He locks the door behind us and I pull him close to me by his collar, crashing my lips on his. He's taken by surprise at first, but quickly melts into the kiss.

His hands find their way to my waist, pulling me in more. He kisses back with more force. His tongue brushes over my bottom lip, asking for permission, which I immediately accept, causing an even more heated make out.

My fingers find their way entangled in his hair, tugging slightly. His hands moves down a bit, grabbing my ass, making me gasp. I feel him smirk against my lips. He kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

It only takes a moment before he finds my sweet spot, making me shiver. My hands explore his clothed chest as he sucks the spot under my ear.

I feel a small burning sensation of a bruise forming there as I run my fingers over the hem of his button down shirt. I carefully begin unclasping his shirt, leaving it open.

He helps me remove my black, long sleeve shirt, leaving me in my black bra. I begin to kiss down his neck.

I snake my hand down to his belt and carefully undo it. I reach my hand under the fabric of his pants and boxers, feeling him becoming even harder. I slowly start to jerk him off, making him gasp and bite his lip. I look up to him, smirking. I carefully move my hand away, and continue kissing his soft lips.

I feel Rachel grab my hand, moving it back towards his bulge, making me chuckle.

"Eager, aren't we?" I ask, teasingly.

"Please y/n, I want you so badly," he practically whines.

I playfully bite his bottom lip, and slowly inch my hand back down, continuing where I left off.

I kiss down his neck, down his chest, where I even eventually find myself on my knees.

I take him into my mouth, and I hear him groan. My eyes dart up to see him with his head thrashed back, with one hand grasping at his hair, and I feel his other hand grab a fistful of mine.

I feel him twitch inside my mouth before finishing.

I stand back up and go to kiss him, but he grabs me by the throat.

"You didn't think we were done, did you?" He asks me.

My eyes widen in surprise. Since when the fuck did goofy, shy, Rachel have this dominant side to him.

He seemed to notice my shock, and smirk. He hoists me up and sets me on the hotel room bed.

I unclasp my bra and he takes it off, tossing it on the floor.

He kneads my breasts before sucking on them, making me squirm.

He kisses down my chest and torso to between my thighs. 

I left out a small gasp, before he begins to lick my clit, making me moan. The contrast of his cold nose chain mixed with his hot mouth was the perfect storm to make me a moaning mess. I grab his hair, making him since a bit.

"Fuck, Rach, I'm gonna-" I begin.

He quickly moved back up to me, kissing me deeply. I feel him work him hand down to between my thighs. His strong fingers rub circles on my clit before he carefully inserts a finger, making my knees buckle, then adding a second.

He looks into my eyes for a moment before kissing me again. With his fingers repeatedly hitting my g-spot, I was struggling to kiss back.

"Yeah, you like that?" He questions me.

I groan in an attempt to answer him.

"Words, baby," he teases.

"Mmm, fuck yes I do," I manage out. "I want you inside me Rach,"

He smirks.

"Who's the eager one now?" He asks me.

He gets on top of me, positioning himself at my entrance.

I feel him enter me, making me wince a bit, adjusting to his size. The small pain quickly melts into pleasure. He lets out a groan and a string of profanities as his thrusts become faster.

I feel myself becoming closer to climax, and I fell him twitch inside me.

We ride out both of our orgasms, and his head falls, resting on my shoulder for a moment, before rolling over.

"I'll tell you one thing," I begin.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Rachel asks me.

"I was NOT expecting to see this side of you tonight. Or, well, any night," I say, stifling a laugh.

He rolls onto his side and looks at me intently.

"I hope you mean that in a good way," he says.

I lean in and kiss his lips, looking back into his eyes.

"Most definitely,"

[kazisonline]

Guys you're so fucking mean I swear to God

I'm not saying that you're not allowed to dislike things but frankly? Fate is really good!!

And I'm saying that, and my attitude towards it was "oh my fucking god this is going to be terrible I'm going to drag it through the mud so bad"

But ultimately? I think I'm into this. Because, that's ADAPTATION, not ECRANISATION

So let me go point by point,

First, the things that I DIDN'T LIKE

Implied homophobia. I mean, like, for what??

Whitewashing ofc. I'm still standing by the fact that they should've casted latina and asian actresses!! Also, statists are also mostly white so uh.

Musa is the fairy of Mind. Why not music?? She was able to FEEL people's emotions through listening to their hearts in original lore, so why change her whole power?

Stella being UNNECESSARILY MEAN. She was mean, of course she was, and it makes sense for her character here, and for her development, but damn, sometimes it's really just... Nope

Aisha being a snitch. MY GIRL IS A REBEL, WHO LISTENS TO HER HEART, not.. THAT. She's just really out of character. That's awful

Tecna.

Vanessa being abusive mother. Why tf. Vanessa and Mike were loving and caring and gentle and supportive

Aisha 👏 not 👏 being 👏 a 👏 princess👏 fuck you! Like, I don't care that Skye isn't a prince/king, because that has some plot significance later, but why isn't Aisha crowned princess of Andros anymore??????

The transfomation was lame af. Like, I love that they included it, the fact that faries can transformed but it looked really bad

And now, of to the things that I actually really like

Terra is very sweet

Queen Luna, she looks more like male version of Radius than Luna, but actually? I don't mind, that suits this abusive bitch, even tho Radius wasn't abusive

The fashion is not that bad! From the teaser it was awful, but it's really colorful and pretty

Also, it's not Riverdale, nononono. It's lighter, more colorful, and yeah it's dark sometimes but in winx style. Because if you don't fucking remember, winx was really dark sometimes (Domino being destroyed, Musa's mother's death, Genocide on the earth faires, getting enchantix was literally all sacrifices)

Ring of Solaria!! It's not a staff apparently, but they included it!

Beatrix, she's like trix 3in1 with Stormy's powers, and she's really annoying at first but then it gets better

Like, that how it is with a lot of characters. Stella definitely is so fucking annoying, and you're like, that's not my girl you fucks, but then it gets better

Dragon flame!!!!!! Bloom isn't just some random fire fairy!!!

Male faires, Female specialists

Silva actually resembles Codatorta

The blood witches who were after the dragon flamd??? Are we getting ancestral witches??? Yes please

Transfomation as well

Riven-Sky argument about how Beatrix is having a bad influence on Riven. This is fucking perfect because that was in Winx, but about Darcy

And just, the plot is actually interesting. Maybe not from the start, but I'm into it

I just really want them not to fuck up this. I want Oritel and Marion, I want Daphne, I really want princess Aisha, just tell us that she's been a princess this whole time. And I want Tecna I seriously do

I really wanted to drag it through the mud! But I can't because it's not that bad!!

[final-girl96]

Radioactive Spider Bite

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: language, vilonce, muture content? Maybe later on?, jealousy, death, idk its marvel... slow updates.

A/N: please don't be rude. Feed back is welcome but be kind. If there is any little details you would like to change to fit your style and personality please do so. This will also be on my WATTPAD along with all my other stories. This begins with Civil War when Peter comes home to find Tony Stark there. It will go to Homecoming, Infinity War, End Game, Far From Home, and then when No Way Home is out and I watch it the story will continue as long as there is a new movie with Spider-Man.

Word Count: 1122 words

Captian America: Civil War

Chapter Two

Mr. Stark walked over to Peter's desk. "Whoa, what have we here? Retro tech, huh?" He said. "Peter's a nerd," I said. "Hey! I am not," he said pushing me a little. "Thrifty store? Salvation army?" Stark asked Peter. "Uh, the garbage, actually," Peter said. "You're a dumpster diver?" Mr. Stark asked bluntly. "Yeah, I was... anyway, look, um, I did not apply for your grant and either did y/n..." Peter said but was cut off. "Ah-ah! Me first," Mr. Stark said loudly. "Okay," Peter said.

"Quick question of the rhetorical variety," Stark said holding his phone up. A screen projected from it showing Peter or "Spider-Man swinging by a guy on his webs. "That's you, right?" He asked. "Um. No. What do you... what do you mean?" Petet stammered. "Yeah," Stark said flipping his phone as another video came up. "Look at you go," he said. "Wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour. That's no easy. You got mad skills," Mr. Stark said and brought up another video. "And this... this is both of you," he said. The video showing Peter and I swinging together the day he was showing me how the web-shooters worked just in case I changed my mind.

Peter had his stupid suit he made on and I have black leggings and a tight long sleeve black shirt with my hair up in a ponytail and a simple black mask that went over my eyes. I had my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist while his one arm was securely around my waist. He had been talking to me and explaining everything step by step. I squinted at the stilled frame and shook my head. "Nope. That... that is not me," I said and looked at Mr. Stark. "Really? And I guess this isn't either?" He asked showing another video of me swinging by myself. I shook my head "nope. Nope, definitely not me," I said.

"That's... that's all you YouTube, though, right? That's where you found that? Because you know that's all fake. It's all done on the computer," Peter jumped in. "Mmm-hmm," Stark hummed. "It's like that video. What it is?" Peter said looking at the projected screen in front of us as Stark looked around. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, you mean like those UFOs over Phoenix?" Stark said as he took a broom handle and pushed open the crawl space door on the ceiling. Peter's suit falling out on a rope. "Oh, what has me here?" He said. Peter jumped in front of him and grabbed him. Turning his back he shoved it into his closet.

"Uh..." Peter let out leaning on the wall nodding his head. I sat on his bed and flopped back laying down. "Awkward," I said and Peter glared at me. Mr. Stark walked over to him. "So. You're the Spider-ling. Crime-fighting spider. You're Spider-Boy? And you're what? Spider-Girl?" He asked. "No. I'm y/n," I said and rolled my eyes. "Spider-Man," Peter said crossing his arms. "Not in that onesie, you're not," Stark said. "Ha!" I snorted out laughing at that. "It's not a onesie," Peter said and walked over to pick the broom handle up. "I don't believe this. I was actually having a really good day today, Mr. Stark. We didn't miss put train, this perfectly good DVD player was just sitting there... and Algebra test, nailed it," Peter said now standing by his desk. "I'm pretty sure I failed it," I said sitting up.

"Who else knows? Anybody?" Mr. Stark asked. I and Peter shook our heads. "Nobody," we both said. "Not even your unusually attractive aunt?" Stark asked. "No. No. No! If she knew, she would freak out. And when she freaks out, I freak out," Peter said. "That's true he does," I said looking at Mr. Stark who was sitting on the end of the bed in a chair. "You know what I think is really cool? This webbing," Mr. Stark said and threw the little thing he had the webbing at Peter who caught it without looking. "That tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that?" Stark asked.

"Peter did," I said. Mr. Stark raised his eyebrows as he looked over the suit. "Climbing walls, how you doing that? Adhesive gloves?" He asked. "It's a long story. I was..." Peter started but stopped cut off by Stark. "Lordy! Can you even see in these?" He asked holding the goggles up to his face that were attached to the suit. I bit my lip so I wouldn't laugh as Peter glared at me. "Yes. Yes. I can," Peter said taking it away from him and putting this in the small closest. "I can see in those. Okay? It's just that when whatever happened, happened... It's like our senses dialed to 11. There's way too much input, so they kinda help me focus," Peter said.

"You're in dire need of an upgrade. You too," Stark said looking at me. "What? No!" I said but he ignored me. "Systemic, top to bottom, hundred-point restoration. That's why I'm here," he said and leaned against the wall. Peter sat beside me on the bed. "Why are doing this? I gotta know, what's your MO? What gets you outta that twin bed in the morning?" Stark asked. "Me. I get him outta bed," I said. "And you, why don't you do what he's doing? Why are you Spider-Girl?" He asked.

Peter looked at me and looked back at Mr. Stark. "Because..." he stammered a little. "Because I've been me my whole life, and we have had these powers for 6 months. I read books, I build computers. Yeah, I would love to play football, but I couldn't then, so I shouldn't now," Peter said. I forward my eyebrows he never told me exactly why he was doing what he was. "Sure, because you're different," Stark said. "Exactly. But I can't tell anybody that, so I'm not," Peter said. Stark looked at me then and raised his eyebrows. I sighed knowing I wasn't getting around this at all and I was going to have to explain why I wasn't out there with Peter in so ridiculous suit fighting crime.

"I'm not a genius like Peter is. I can barely pass my classes. I wouldn't be passing them if it wasn't for him. I'm more street smart and I'm artsier than him. I take pictures and draw and I don't draw pretty things, I draw dark messed up things. Peter follows the rules and I don't. So what business do I have out there saving people's lives?" I said looking down at my hands.

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You're perfect, no matter what he says about you. [x reader]

Headcanons of all my current fav characters from different fandoms. This was supposed to be something just to emotionally heal me. So this does kinda based off real life experience, except the part where the bois comfort me, man why can't i buy these guys in ebay as my legal husbands?

Characters involved: Alastor [Hazbin Hotel], Lafayette [Hamilton The Musical].

Would probabpy make part two with other characters uwu

Warnings: Cursing, Physical abuse, Parental abuse, The mention of Anxiety.

Summary: S/o never had a great relationship with their dad, and after another fight (which ended horribly wrong) someone decided to comfort them.

Alastor.

Hazbin Hotel.

You were in the Hotel, coolio. Basically you were chilling on the couch when suddenly you fell asleep, and after a few hours passed you woke up to find yourself in your room with blankets covering you, you were confused on how you get there.

You then get out of bed and noticed charlie calling you, probably a new demon that wanna check into the hotel.

You saw a demon that is kind of similar to you but wAy more big and looked kind of scary, he was holding a cigarette. At first you shrugged it off since having the same form of a demon can both mean you guys have made the same sin, or you are related.

You didn't really mind it at first until you asked him to sign in to the hotel, and he looked at you as if you're stupid. He laughed that everyone draws their attention to the both of you, you laughed with him to avoid being awkward.

"You do realize that i am nowhere wanting to go to this stupid ass hotel right? Pathetic, demons wanting to do some redemption just to go to heaven? They can't even take their own consequences of being a dick. Yeah no bitch, i ain't going to this hotel, especially if it filled with pussies"

You stumbled back, he was similar to you but is nothing like you. Yes you swore, a lot, but not this harsh. He basically scowls at you and you just gave him a light glare back. He didn't seem to notice it tho.

Then, it snapped inside your head. No wonder his voice was so familiar. You looked at him and took the chance to find out, if it is true, then you're probably double dead. But you convince yourself that even if he tries to hurt you, you were at the hotel, someone is bound to help you.

"Um, oh, i forgot to introduce myself.. I'm [Y/n] [L/n], nice to meet you.. Sir.."

And you were right. His eyes was wide for a second before it was replaced with disgust, he yanked your hand and you almost lost your balance.

"Of-fucking-course you are. Now wonder your voice reminds me of some bitch. No surprise seeing you here in hell tho, you were always nothing but a disappointment. Even god thinks so."

You basically trembled as eyes were sticking on both you and your "father". He then let's go of you harshly and you stumbled back before falling, demons around weren't helping either. Although some of them gave you pitiful looks, so you decided that maybe they just too scared to interfere. I mean, you would too.

"See? Pathetic. Even as a demon you're trash, and now you're trying to do this whole hotel thing? HahaA--"

Something pulled your dad back, and he was met by a pair of a sickeningly dark pair of eyes that you've known too well.

"Excuse me sir, but I'm pretty sure that that kind of behaviour is not allowed here."

Your "father" was surprised to see Hell's one of the most powerful demons defending you, he almost gives out a somewhat proud smirk, only for it to turn into a scoff. Thankfully, he was decent enough not to mess with Alastor, as he immediately got out the doors and hopefully not coming back.

"My dearest, are you alright?" oh and he comforts you throughout the day too, he almost swears to kill your dad (if that's even possible) but you immediately told him not to.

Either way, he is precious and would do anything for you. Would recommend getting yourself an Alastor, 10/10.

Marquis de Lafayette.

Hamilton: an American musical.

Hamiltime.

(I'm changing the writing style just becuz I'm in the mood)

You just got back from a long day hanging out with the Schuyler Sisters, and also the boys of course. Funnily enough, you and Peggy get along really well, and for the boys? Lafayette's definitely your favorite. Actually he's more than just your 'favorite', you're not even sure yourself, you just felt safe and nice inside when you're around him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

A familiar deep voice that you've been scared for so long spoke up, you stopped dead on your tracks, trying to look calm. You then turned around to be met with a pair of deadly sharp and dark eyes piercing through you, in which you quietly gulped in response.

"I'm sorry i came back late, dad. I was with the Schuyler Sisters and-"

"You really think I'll believe that lying mouth of yours?"

Those words caught you off guard since you are, for a fact, not lying. You really were with Angelica and the others, and so you gave him your 'what are you talking about?' face, and he did not like that. He approached you, and you slowly but surely walked backwards, in hopes of getting away from him. When he was only a few inches from you, he spoke up again.

"Don't you fucking lie to me, who was that man with you? Who the fuck was he?" His voice low with growl as he fixed his sight to yours. You took another gulp of your own spit as he was starting to push you into a corner.

"I wasn't lying! I really was with The Sisters, that boy is just one of ou-"

Slapped

You could feel the hot print on your left cheek as it was burning with pain from the sudden hit, you hold it with your arm. This time you had enough, it was enough living in a world where girls don't have any rights, and you were absolutely not gonna let this man use that against you. Even if he is your blood.

"I'll ask you again, and this time i want an answer, not a rambling about some nonsense you pulled out of your ass."

You looked at him dead in the eye before finally giving an answer.

"Marquis de Lafayette. There, you have it. May i go now?" You said with disgust and anger lacing in every word. This made your so called dad shut up, before forcefully yanked you away. You ran to your room and find yourself falling asleep while crying, at this point all you wanna do was die. With all the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, you basically almost puked, and you still can't believe your mom left you with him. When you woke up, you checked the time. 11:36. At this rate, you could barely sleep again, and you didn't want to be in a house with that jerk anyways, so a brilliant-yet-kinda-dumb idea came to mind. You got out of the house quietly, you didn't want to even try spending the night there anymore, and to be honest, you didn't know where to go.

You could visit the Schuyler Sisters, yes, but going to the Schuyler Mansion at this time of night? Maybe not. You couldn't go to one of the boys' house either, that's just weird. And you didn't want to look like slut. So your thoughts just came to that one place, the place you and the rest of the gang met. The place where you and Lafayette met. The bar. Plus it's open twenty/four hours so it's not like you'll be trespassing.

And so you did what you thought you did. You go there, at first you thought that you would probably be alone in the bar considering how late it is, and that's a good thing considering the red burning mark on your cheek haven't left yet. But nope. The bar was actually kinda noisy, you looked inside to see Alex and his friends there getting drunk, and so you tried to avoid eye contact and go back outside. Well that was your plan until a certain drunk frenchman called you out.

"Mon amie, (Y/n)! Why are you here at this time of night? A beautiful mademoiselle like you shouldn't do that~" Lafayette slurred almost every word as he is drunk. You stopped dead on your tracks and turned around to smile at them, using your hair to cover the bruises left on your cheek. As you looked closely, you could see that Alexander is probably the only sober one out of the group, and not actually drunk.

"Yeah (Y/n), why are you here? Oh, you can come join us if you want to." Alex, the only stable one at the moment continued.

"That's a great idea Al! Come, mon amie! I'll buy you a drink."

Lord tell me how to say no to this-- But seriously, you wanted to go so badly but you barely even could walk out the moment you saw that smile. And so you just had to walk back, which all the boys cheered on.

"What's wrong, (Y/n)? You're awfully quiet,"

"Yeah, most of the time you're basically the one who can't shut up."

"Yo, talk if you want a free booze."

And yet you kept silent, although a silent chuckle can be heard only by yourself did rang through your ears. The boys were starting to get worried, especially with your new hairdo that covered half of your face.

"Huh, someone's actually denying free booze, something is wrong" Hercules said as he rubbed his nonexistent beard, Laurens just tried to swipe your hair away but you quickly slapped his hands away as soon as it was near your face.

"Sheesh, no touching your new hair, i get it. No need to slap me for it." He said with almost looks like a pout, this time the frenchman was asking you questions, and you didn't want to answer. But in the same time, you don't have the heart to ignore him.

"(Y/n), please, tell me what's wrong.. Why are you covering your face?" and now, you also wanted to die. That face, that damned face, god why can't you just ignore it like anyone else's? You let out a sigh as you finally lets all those emotions loose. Tears were pouring down your face almost as fast as Hercules chugging down a beer, and you could barely took any control of them. You buried your face in Laff's shoulder, him petting your head as you realease all your burdens and tears at the same time. The others were stunned, but is confused on what to do, so they just wait for you to stop crying before saying anything that could make you more emotional, if that's even possible.

You wiped your tears, and when you go to wipe the remaining liquid on your left eyes, you unconsciously exposed the big red mark on your left cheek. Boy, little did you know that they'll immediately turn into interrogators in less than a minute.

"(Y/n). What is this?" Hercules' voice rang first with what seems like anger, second came Alex, with his voice that sounded way more than just 'worried'.

"Who the fuck did this?" He said as he tried to put your hair behind your ear, you avoided his touch and just sinks more into Lafayette's embrace, who's weirdly being quiet through this, although his gaze didn't seem to left you at all.

"(Y/n), Let us take a look. I can't believe someone actually did that to you." It's true, you never told anyone about your 'daddy issues', you didn't want to gain any pitty. Time went on and it's almost One AM now, Laff's gaze didn't seem to have left you, in fact, they were stern, it didn't helped the fact that he haven't said anything in the past hour.

You ended up getting cornered and so you told them, about everything that was happened last night. They. Were. Furious. It didn't surprise you though, if your friend were going through the same thing, you'd probably ready to murder someone too.

"(Y/n), does zis 'ave something to do with me?" You immediately flinched. The reason you were slapped was because you didn't want to tell your dad about Lafayette, and he basically could see it through you. He immediately cursed himself, blaming everything that he thought he did wrong. With a little explanation and help from Alex and the others, you got him to calm down and kissed him in his cheek. In which he responds with a blush acrossed his face.

In the end, Lafayette asked you to stay with him for a while and said it was "the least he could do." Basically you were treated like a princess, nothing major happened other than cuddles and venting, he would pat your head and hold you close when you started crying. Sometimes he would kiss your forehead and says sweet nothings to you. He insisted to sleep on the couch while you took the bed, and ever since, the guys would act like your brothers, especially Laurens and Mulligan, they would actually shower you with new dresses and act proud whenever you and Lafayette had "a step forward". (They became your personal wingmans too.)

Not long after, The schuylers took you in, or more like - dragged you in. Philip Schuyler had left the Mansion to his daughters, and so which give them the opportunity to make you their roommates. You four would just chill at night and trash talk your dad when wanted to. (courtesy of big sis Angie™).

Alex on the other hand, was determined to make your dad looked like a fool, even though you told him countless times that he didn't need to do that. He would write about your dad with headlines like "Man Treats Daughter Worse Than Slave" or something like that. In which you laughed about, somehow you still feel bad about the amount of hate your dad gives, but you also feel as if he deserves it for hitting you all those years.

The last but not least, Lafayette. The man asked you out after you moved with the Schuylers, he said he's lonely now that you're not with him and he missed you, he also said that was the time he realized he had feelings for you. You immediately said yes and have been courting with him ever since. Honestly he's just the embodiment of love and cuddles, and you love him for every support he gave you.

[kiatheinsomniac]

Chapter II: New Faces

She gazed out of the window of the moving car while it passed the green scenery. Green was everywhere, seemingly every shade of it. The closest town had been passed well over forty minutes ago as they continued down the private road that led to the school.

Her parents weren't with her, of course. She'd been accompanied by the family driver as her parents were busy working. As per usual.

Trees drowned out everything else, the road twisted around them and roots began reclaiming the edges of the concrete, taking back their land where their brothers and sisters had been torn down to allow room for the human passage.

Occasionally, her (e/c) eyes would catch a glimpse of a rabbit or a deer — birds were common too but far from being as interesting. A sigh left her lips as she twisted the cap of her water bottle, throwing her head back to finish off the last of the refreshing liquid, leaving behind only a few stubborn drops that never seemed to leave the bottle.

The road began to open up and there was a definite clearing up ahead. (Y/n) swerved her head to get a better look at the grand gates which fenced off the school's grounds. The road became a wide gravel path and there were well-kept trees, hedges and flower beds decorating the field at the front of the building.

The building itself was magnificent. A grand château with such intricate detail that (Y/n) was unsure whether she'd be able to memorise it all despite how long she would be staying inside for.

When she stepped inside, the foyer put the outer decor to shame. An exquisite chandelier hung high before the split staircase which wound upwards towards the upper floor that was separated by a series of balconies, giving the foyer a tremendously high ceiling of four floors.

The deep green wallpaper was decorated with intricate designs as was the dark brown wood that was polished to perfection.

(Y/n) marvelled, suitcase in hand, spinning slowly on the spot as she looked upwards, watching the chandelier sparkle, flaunting its own worth. It looked old but kept too; yet another factor to add to the value of it.

The few boxes of her belongings were wheeled in on a trolley by the driver who placed them beside the staircase, giving his employers' daughter a quick nod of the head before leaving.

"Miss (L/n)!" A vaguely familiar voice greeted. (Y/n) lowered her gaze to see Miss Attaway descending the left staircase that curved inwards gradually to meet the base of the right staircase in a singular platform, two steps high. Between these two cases was a tall and very large marble pillar. "We're delighted to have you here!" Her smile faltered a little as she reached the final step, looking around. "Where are your parents?"

"Oh, they didn't come." She replied simply. She caught onto the pity in the vice principal's eyes but was bothered very little by it. She was used to her parents not being around after all.

"Not to see you off?" The teacher questioned, looking somewhat upset.

"Nope," (Y/n) replied simply. There was nothing else to say regarding the subject.

"Well alright then. . ." She composed herself quickly, smoothing down her skirt and straightening her back. "Welcome to Vermere Lake Grammar School. We're delighted to have you studying here alongside other hand-picked students." Her hand swept around the room. "I hope you find yourself comfortable enough here, I've been told by a few students here that they may take time to adjust to such luxuries but I believe a young lady like yourself shouldn't find that too difficult. It's simple to be at ease among such finery."

"I've been looking for a change in routine for a while. It's not a problem at all, the unfamiliarity is quite the comfort really." The (e/c)-eyed female assured her.

"Good, good." Pearl clapped her hands together, "Now, before I give you your room number and key (for privacy from other students) I have to tell you that you'll be sharing with some other students. We advise not unpacking for a while just to make sure you get along with everyone — if not, then we'll rearrange the room plans." She paused for a moment. "The girls' wing is to the left, the boys' is to the right. You're allowed to visit each other's rooms but not after curfew. Your uniform is already in your room. However, there's one rule that I'm sure you won't be particularly happy with: we don't allow phones here. You can use the school's phone to make calls home but mobiles are only allowed at the end of each term."

(Y/n)'s face had noticeably dropped at this. She depended on her phone for many aspects of her studies and was not about to hand it over.

"That's alright, I didn't bring it anyway." She lied.

"You didn't?" Miss Attaway looked shocked.

"No, I don't really have any friends to message and I figured that I would just use the school's phone to call my parents anyway." She prayed that she wouldn't get a notification or call of any kind during the conversation.

"Fair enough." Pearl seemed to believe the lie, after all, the logic made sense to (Y/n)'s character. "Well, you're in room one with three other girls." She held out her hand, "Here's your key."

(Y/n) took the small piece of metal that was attached to a blue plastic tag. Pearl left and she looked down at her bag and boxes of belongings before glancing up to the flight of stairs, sighing. But, it had to be done so she hefted her large suitcase up with great effort and set it by the banister at the top before jogging down to grab one of her boxes. A pair of heavier footsteps matched hers from the other side of the pillar. When she reached the base of the stairs, she was met by an incredibly tall, bronze-skinned boy who looked to be only slightly older than herself.

"Hi." He greeted in an American accent. It was heavy and yet there was something different to it, something about the tone in his voice that implied English wasn't his first language and yet he had mastered it to the point that the accent of his mother tongue was utterly hidden, "I'm Connor." He flashed a quick yet soft smile before glancing down at (Y/n)'s belongings. "Would you like a hand?"

"If you don't mind?" She replied, somewhat guiltily yet not wanting to deny a helping hand. They both reached for a box each. "I'm (Y/n) by the way."

"Nice to meet you." He spoke as they carefully made their way upwards, being sure to not trip seeing as the boxes blocked their view. (Y/n) found herself struggling a little but judging by the look of ease on Connor's face and the size of his arms, this was a simple task to him.

"So, have you managed to have a look around yet?" (Y/n) prompted a conversation as they descended to stairs to fetch the last two boxes.

"Just my room." The American answered, "Two of my roommates are here already: a British guy called Jacob and an Italian called Ezio — it seems like a really diverse school." He pointed out.

"Indeed." (Y/n) agreed as she hefted up the box in her hands, almost dropping it as her fingers slipped and she lost her grip. However, Connor quickly reached forward and caught it. Panic over.

"Careful." He warned gently, allowing (Y/n) to reclaim the box in her arms while uttering out a 'thank you'. She thanked him properly at the top of the stairs before the two of them parted. (Y/n) was on her own in carrying her belongings to her room now.

She hefted one of the heavier cardboard boxes in her arms, supporting the bottom out of fear it may rip, before proceeding to room one.

She pushed the door open with her foot and was greeted by an unfamiliar face. The girl was brown-haired, green-eyed and pale-skinned. She styled her tresses into two Dutch braids and a low bun with a few pieces falling in front of her face (which was splashed with freckles) she was slim with a few soft curves here and there. She wore some messy (yet sophisticated) eye makeup.

"Hey, I'm Evie Frye." She greeted with a beaming smile. (Y/n) returned the friendly gesture and dropped her box carefully at the side of a bed which was tucked into the far-right corner side-on against a window.

There were three windows in the room, two small ones that stretched up tall on the left and right-hand sides of the room and a large one that ran along the middle of the room, leaving a metre gap between the smaller windows — this large one also stretched high up.

There was another bed in the left corner in front of the door with the foot of the bed facing whoever walked in. A third bed was lined up against the large window in the middle of the room, hugging the wall side-on while the fourth bed was hugging the wall that held the door with the foot of the bed facing whoever walked in. The beds themselves were twin-sized, not too big nor too small.

An armoire was built into the close right corner of the room, forming an 'L' shape. Each bed had an old-styled container chest at the foot of it for the belongings of whoever slept there.

(Y/n) took in the old-fashioned blood red rug that ran along the length of the room down the middle, standing out against the polished wooden floorboards.

Evie had chosen the bed on the south wall to the right of the door when one walked in judging by the box that rested on the mattress. A bookshelf ran along the wall beside Evie's bed but was mostly empty bar a small collection on the middle shelf. (Y/n) assumed they belonged to her roommate.

There were two chaise lounges in the room: one in front of the bookcase and the other between (Y/n)'s bed and the one that rested against the wider window.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." She introduced.

"So, do you know anyone here?" The Brit prompted a conversation as she began unpacking her clothes, walking behind the changing screen in front of the armoire to begin filling it with her clothing.

"No. No one else from my school was requested to attend here. What about you?" She spoke as she began making her way back across the spacious room to collect the rest of her things from the top of the stairs.

"I'm here with my little twin brother Jacob and my boyfriend Henry." The freckled female replied.

"Oh, the guy that helped me to get my things upstairs (Connor) mentioned he was sharing a room with Jacob. Wait, you're a twin?" (Y/n) highlighted.

Evie turned around with a cheeky grin. "The older twin of us and I'm never going to let him forget it." She giggled, (Y/n) joined in the little moment of laughter.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute, I'm going to get another box of my things." (Y/n) did as such and, trip after trip, brought all of her belongings into her room. She jumped onto the silver sheets of her bed, exhausted from lifting all those heavy boxes. By this time, Evie was almost completely unpacked and had begun to place her last few belongings into the chest at the end of her bed when someone else walked in.

She had straightened blonde hair and striking red lips along with an irritated and bitchy look on her expression. Most of her outfit was designer and the clothing seemed a little off for the overcast weather in the countryside, like she was more accustomed to hotter weather. She had a suitcase in one hand and a male with dark hair and a little stubble to match held a large crate of belongings in his arms.

(Y/n) sat up to inspect them.

"And you two are?" She asked in a rude tone with a Latin-rooted accent accompanying her voice. Was that Italian or Spanish?

"Evie Frye." The Brit spoke up, giving the blonde a weary look before gesturing over to (Y/n), "(Y/n) (L/n)."

"I'm Lucrezia Borgia but I'm sure you've already heard that I'm attending." She smirked as she stepped into the room, inspecting her red acrylic nails while the olive-skinned male behind her dropped her other belongings on the floor beside her.

"Actually, we don't exactly have reputations here yet." (Y/n) contributed, sitting up cross-legged on the bed. The blonde narrowed her eyes at this.

"Well here's mine: I'm at the top here. No-one undermines me, understood?"

"Look, I don't know who you are and frankly I couldn't care less about all this big talk and trying to flex by wearing every designer item you have on your first day." (Y/n) spoke bluntly. She came from a wealthy family too and easily could have done the same to flaunt such but had chosen not to; it simply wasn't in her nature, "I'm here to learn, not to play High School Musical fantasies, alright?" Neither of the two newcomers seemed to like this.

"You'll learn how it works one way or another." The man spoke up.

"And you are?" (Y/n) asked.

"Cesare Borgia." He spoke with a flirtatious smile, something about his presentation was unsettling. He radiated arrogance and self-destructive ambition.

"I'm not staying here. I'm going to switch." Lucrezia huffed as she wheeled her suitcase out the door, her brother following with the crate of her other belongings.

Evie watched them leave with an exhausted look. "What a handful." She muttered, "I'm glad o see that you don't take rubbish from anyone."

"I'll never understand people like that," (Y/n) added, sliding off her bed, "I don't really know any other way to react, really. I've never seen the point in all these social expectations, not to get too philosophical, I'm just used to my own company." It was clear now that this was her room and if there were any disagreements, the other party would be leaving, therefore, she began to unpack her things, beginning with dumping all her books out onto the bed to get them out of the way.

" 'A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself'." Evie quoted, eyeing her copy of Wuthering Heights.

"You know, I've always been keen on that line." (Y/n) smiled, glad to know they were very like-minded.

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While (Y/n) was filling the bookshelf with her own selection of fiction, historical biographies and Victorian literature, two other girls entered the room.

One was a dark-skinned woman with equally dark and alluring hazel eyes framed by thick lashes and paired with full lips. She had medium-length hair in beautiful thick box braids. She seemed to have a friendly and approachable manner. She wore a loose yellow jumper with ripped denim jeans and a thick black belt.

The other was a short olive-toned female with shimmering grey-brown eyes and curly dark brown hair with rose-tinted lips and an air of confidence around her. Her fashion was rebellious — striking red plaid trousers with a black leather belt and a black band hoodie with red detailing.

"Hi, Lucrezia and Anne were supposed to be in here but we spoke it over with the two of them so we're going to be staying here instead." The darker female spoke up in a western French accent. "I'm Aveline de Grandpre and this is-" She let her friend finish.

"-Claudia Auditore." She spoke with a confident smile, she tossed her red rucksack onto the bed opposite the door, leaving Aveline with the bed by the widest window. "Do you two know each other already?" She gestured between (Y/n) and Evie.

"Oh, no, we just met." Evie answered, "What about you two?"

"Again, we only just met but I think we're all going to get along well." The Italian replied, "I know a few people here already: Ezio (he's my older brother) and Cesare and Lucrezia (believe me, they make snakes seem like better friends)."

"Oh, we briefly spoke to them." (Y/n) contributed, dropping onto the chaise between hers and Aveline's bed, "We caught onto that much soon enough."

"I know Connor, we were friends when we were little," Aveline added.

"Oh, I met Connor earlier." (Y/n) smiled, "He seems really sweet, he helped me to carry my things upstairs." Aveline smiled at this, recalling his soft and kind behaviour.

"My twin brother goes here too." Evie joined in, "His name's Jacob."

"Oh, I think Ezio was talking to him earlier." Claudia piped up, "Scar on his eyebrow, short hair?"

"Yep, that's him," Evie confirmed.

"The boys have had an argument already," Aveline spoke up. "Three of them kicked Cesare out of their room so now he has a spare room all to himself." She chuckled.

"Not surprised at all," Claudia spoke up, flopping onto the bed before groaning. "I want my phone back!"

(Y/n) considered telling them that she still had hers but decided against it. She would wait to see if she could trust them first. Until then, it would remain hidden in her bag on do not disturb.

"Yeah, I met a few people in Claudia's brother's room." Aveline continued, "Ezio, Jacob and Arno (he says he's from France but you wouldn't think it at hearing his voice) — Connor's in there with them in room one. They all seem to get along well."

"Perhaps the number's a blessing." (Y/n) joked, "If you're in room one, you all get on."

There was shouting down the hall, the girls all look to one another before poking their heads out of the door rather comically with one head above another.

"Maláka! That girl is insufferable!" A girl with an odd accent exclaimed while Lucrezia huffed and returned to her room at the end of the corridor. She'd most likely just given her 'queen bee' speech again.

The one who yelled had tanned skin, decorated with scars, that stretched over defined muscles. Her hair was pulled into a fishtail over her shoulder and decorated with a cord wrapped around it.

"She's a bitch, don't give her any attention." Claudia piped up, snagging her attention. The woman smiled.

"I'll keep that in mind." She grinned, glad that the blonde didn't have an army of pestering followers seeing as she acted as such. "I'm Kassandra."

"Claudia." The social butterfly of an Italian replied, "This is: Aveline, Evie and (Y/n)." She pointed to each girl in turn who all waved.

"Nice to meet you all." She smiled. Another girl walked out of her room. She was dark-skinned with honey brown eyes and box braids that were tied over her shoulder.

"Hey, I'm Aya." She spoke in a lilted tone. She still had her coat on.

"Cold?" Evie prompted, pointing to the clothing.

"I'm from Egypt, it's colder than winter here." She sighed.

"Tell me about it, I'm from Italy," Claudia spoke, walking out into the corridor.

"Greece." Kassandra contributed.

"England. I'm used to it." Evie shrugged.

"(Y/o)," (Y/n) added.

"America." Aveline finished. That was a lot of diversity.

"It's nice that we're getting along." Aya said, "I was expecting more bitchy girls like her." She gestured to the room that Lucrezia was in.

"I can hear you!" The blonde yelled from inside her room.

"That's the point!" Kassandra called back. The girls all laughed at this.

"To the year ahead of us." Kassandra smiled as she walked back into her room, all the others doing the same.

(Y/n) felt her lips tug up in a smile at all the friendly new faces around her and the obvious shift in her life. It unnerved yet excited her all at once and, for the first time ever, she was eager to meet all these new people and get to know them.

This really was the change that she had been needing.

Stay safe and social distance to protect your loved ones, everyone <3 -Kia C.

[skittles1229]

Old Expectations Die Hard (Dashie x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter One: Weird Circumstances

You know your life is complicated when the friend you always complain to says "you never have a dull moment do you?" I sigh as the weight of the world seems to make it impossible to breath. You see recently things have been rough. I lost my job and my fiance all in the same day, that itself was an unbelievable story. I was so upset and strung out on thoughts of what to do that once i got home early from work i didn't notice the extra car in the driveway. i stepped into my home and my own floors felt as if they'd given way when i saw the guy i thought i'd be spending my life with in bed, with my sister... my sister and i hadn't been on good terms for a while and for a good reason! The drugs she took either made her unreliable and selfish or crazy and murderous. He, of course, pulled the its not what you think, id never hurt you, it was a mistake, and honestly i could write a book out of the excuses i heard in the time of two minutes but maybe another time. Needless to say i left. I never thought about going back and to be honest my sister looked more hurt then i was. I took a job in California a few weeks ago and moved in with my friend (BFF Name). They always seemed to know what to say and honestly i truly believe They  knew me better then i know myself. 

California gave me the biggest culture shock I've ever had. I came from Mississippi, the bible belt and the most rural part of the world. California was sooooo different then what i was use to. The weather is awesome. There's lots of jobs for technical people, at least until you're 45 and then you're considered ancient and you can't possibly know anything when some 23-year old out of Stanford tells you that they know it all. (a little bit of sarcasm there) It's a great place to start a new company, money is available as is talent. The risk of starting a company is lower since you can always find a new job The politics are insane, if you aren't towing the progressive party line you should just STFU. If you even once say that Trump has done something positive, or that Obama did something negative prepare for the wrath. Read the stuff behind the recently filed lawsuit against google for a taste of what it's like. Seriously, don't say a word. The state if structurally bankrupt, although the finances look good because so much stuff is off of the balance sheet. The public pension liability dwarfs the "good" part of the budget, and some day it is coming home to roost. Watch out when it does. The cost of living is absurd, really absurd. I'm not talking just a place to live but gas, electricity, haircuts, milk, pizza, you name it. The traffic is absurd too. (can you tell i like the word absurd) The public transit, although usually on time, is a mess. People are pigs, they throw trash everywhere, the cars are overcrowded almost all the time. 

I've got to say, from how much it sounds like i hate California, i actually don't.  Mainly because its so far away from my original family, leaving really helped me start to grow up and feel like maybe i was getting a hold of my life again. Only problem has been getting to my new job on time. I work as a barista and a waitress at a brunch place a good minute away from the apartment. The money is good, otherwise i wouldn't waste my time with the commute everyday. i keep being late to work because i still haven't adjusted to how terrible traffic is and so my boss was "nice" enough to switch me to the later shifts. The hours are long and boring because my shift starts in the middle of rush hour to the slowest hours at the end of the day meaning you have to find things to keep yourself busy with. the only good thing is, we can wear pretty much anything we want as long as its black. all i wear is dark colors so i didn't have to spend any extra money on a uniform and i didn't have to wear the same thing everyday. Today i decided i wear a v-neck shirt that with an emperor waist (body forming) with black skinny jeans and my regular converse. i decided against driving to work and decided it would be far smarter to catch a bus to the nearest destination. My (hair color) hair was done is a fishtail messy braid, i always liked this style because it made me look like i had a head full of hair when in reality i thought i was going bald. 

My personality was a little odd, you see some days i felt like the beautiful nerd who has no confidence and wants to hide away in a hole. other days i feel like a model from Victoria secrets, of course those are the days i get the most tips. today was honestly a mutual day, where id rather be at home in my bed asleep, or listening to music. The bus finally stopped a block away from my job and i sighed obviously not wanting to go into work. surprisingly there wasn't nearly  as many cars as there usually is around this time but i wasn't complaining. i walk in to see that most of the downstairs was empty but whoever was upstairs definitely had a loud mouth. i walk to the back in order to clock in and i bump into melany ( the girl im shifting with). "wow you actually got here on time! Maybe the boss's mood will cheer up." i huffed a little. "yea, i dont know why i thought id need a car in California, say whats with the low level of customers? its NEVER this slow." she looked at me in disdain, "some guys reserved the entire upstairs and we had to make this huge table out of all our tables up there, glad im not gonna be the one fixing it later." i rolled my eyes, i hated when a huge family came in and they just had to move everything around because little johnny wants the sit next to suzzie and suzzie HAS to sit by her parents bc she likes to throw her food on the floor, all fake names but a real situation ive been in before. "well have they at least been fed so that i only have to clean up after them?" she shook her head while hanging up her apron. "nope, they've only ordered their drinks and they are getting those onto trays now." so today was gonna be like every other day. "guess i better go help them take those upstairs then, have a good rest of your day." i walk away and slip on my apron, grabbed one of the trays of drinks while another waiter grabbed the rest of the drinks. Once i got upstairs, that's when i met him...

Chapter Two: Last Will and Testament

          He was sitting on the far end of the long table of people laughing and joking. everyone seemed to be loud and all had their own inside jokes. This guy, he stuck out. i changed my attention to the task at hand, finishing this shift. i hated when people moved all the tables and seating around. all the waiters and waitresses have to go back behind them and look at the layout of the floor to put them all back exactly as they were before. it was a struggle and because of this nobody actually wanted that job so usually the manager gives it to her least favorite workers and i happened to be one. "who all had coke?" nobody answered me so one of the men bellowed out the same line and somehow was able to get a show of hands. i walked around handing  out drinks, catching the lingering smell of strong liquor. i could tell by the end of tonight they would all be wasted and loud. please, just don't make more of a mess then you have to, i thought to myself. i had one drink left on my tray, "sweet tea?" the guy i saw before at the end of the table waved his hand and i dreaded going over there, i always seem to make a fool of myself when it matters. 

     i make my way slowly down the table with the tray under my arm and the tea in my hand. i lean over to sit his drink on the table.."here's your t-" *CRASH* while joking with one of his friends his elbow crashes into my hand sending the tea flying all over me and the cup crashing to the floor, thank god i wore black. he turned around and looked more horrified then i did. "i'm sorry! i'm so sorry!" his voice was deeper then i imagined it'd be. "no, it my fault i'm sorry ill get you a new one." i turned away to hide my embarrassment and walked away really just trying to get away from the situation. i could tell from the silence behind me that all eyes were on me. i ran to the back where the lockers were for the service. i went to the bathroom and stripped the sticky clothes off throwing them aside. i sat on the toilet  trying to catch my breath, my social anxiety had struck me  hard. a feeling of worthlessness and dread fell over me like a blanket. after the past few months i've had just one day without something terrible happening would mean the world to me. i heard a knock on the door, it was melany, she walked in with a towel from the kitchen. "hey, i heard what happen upstairs are you ok?" i covered my breast trying keep myself as unexposed as possible. "oh yea im fine, im just cold, and sticky, and... covered in tea." melany and i made eye contact and both laughed just to lift the dread in the air. "let me guess, all the guys are getting a kick out of watching me fumble again huh?" i said a little less concerned and more annoyed. she rolled her eyes "they are boys, they get a kick out of picking their own nose. we both slid to the floor beside each other, she hands me the damp towel. i get most of the sticky off as possible, throwing my hair up to make it look less clumped together by the sugar. "i have an extra black t shirt in my locker but i don't know how it will fit you. your breast are at least a size larger then mine." i shrugged my shoulders, "who cares ill make do. thanks for your help melany." she smiled her weird anime girl smile and ran to get the shirt from her locker.

     ill have to admit, she was right about the size thing. it was far to small around the chest area but the rest fit fine. after the incident my boss stuck me down stairs wiping tables and sweeping the floor, i dont mind though because i get to experience the day coming to an end with a beautiful sunset over California. i secretly kept the the window to watch as the sun fell from the sky. the sky seemed to burn and darken while the clouds began to glow with the last bit of sunlight left. the sky filled up with burning Burgundy and faded orange and yellows, the tallest buildings seemed to reach for the skyline as if it were a sunflower moving to the last drip of sunlight. moving here had been hard, and this had become one of the things i looked forwards to. living in the apartment with my friend was nice, buts its not the same as coming home to someone you use to lay with every night. sleeping alone seemed so much colder and emptier then i remembered from childhood. my mother would be so disappointed in the way i turned out, in the places id gone and the decision to spend my life with someone who was most obviously the wrong one. she would have told me to slow down and to take my time, that growing up wasn't everything. she would have said love isn't something you just wake up and have, its something you make. i wasn't anywhere close to where i thought id be by now, and i could see that. it tears at my heart everyday, not being able to see her or any of my family. sometimes it felt as if they'd all died in the fire that night. 

     i suddenly heard a boom of voices making their way down the stairs, i hadn't realized how close to closing time it had become. all of them walk out stumbling and laughing at their own jokes, seems they all got a good bit of drinking in, all except one. The guy i ran into on accident seemed as sober as ever, designated driver i think, he was much taller now. he seemed muscular but in such a fitting way for his body. his teeth sparkle because their so white, his smile complimented him best. his high cheekbones made his chocolate brown eyes his best feature. His skin was glowing with a sweet honey hue and before i could notice that i was staring he turned his head. his eyes met mind before i could think twice and that's when i felt the heat rise to my cheeks. weather it be from embarrassment or silly school girl shyness i didn't know . i turned my face away but it was too late, i turned my face a little just to catch a glimpse of him before he made his way out of the door and that's when i noticed his cheeks had gone from a burnt caramel to a rosy color. i felt my body shiver at the thought that maybe, just maybe he found me as attractive as i found him. i shook the thought from head realizing they had began locking the place down. as i helped close up shop and wash dishes i couldn't help but to let my mine wander to all different kinds of thoughts, funny thing was they always fell back to him and his rosy  cheeks. i couldn't help but smile as i felt my heart race at the thought of him, even though id made a fool of myself today i was glad i hadn't ruined my chances. Even if he'd never get with me or i wouldn't ever see him again, i'd still take it as a compliment that he even looked my way. 

     before long we were all outside laughing and talking about today. The manager locked the doors and said his goodbyes. i turn to walk towards the bus station when i see a man standing aside awkwardly between the restaurant and the parking lot. suddenly my eyes adjusted and once they did, the joyousness butterflies came back and the blush suddenly reappeared on my cheeks..

There are lots more chapter after this if you are interested you can find them here

https://my.w.tt/sosFRmianbb

[riderdrauggrim]

Day Unknown. Sat, Sep 26, 2020.

Nervous about randomly hiding in 4G Motorsports parking lot, I'm awake a few short hours later around 6:30. I have the tent packed by 8:30, and huddle beside the bike, waiting for staff.

9:00 rolls around and I approach the doors, making my way back to the Parts/Service desk. A young woman who's family shifts her between Alberta and Toronto seems thrilled to meet someone else from Ontario. We check if they have a replacement battery in stock. They do not. And their mechanics are not in on the weekends.

But!

There's a MAGNACHARGE Battery megaemporium RIGHT across the street!

Heartened my luck might be improving, I trot over.

Nope.

They're closed on weekends.

I trot back to 4G, on the way calling Riverside Honda in St. Albert, the blokes who'd changed my tires. They sold their last YTZ14S on Friday. BUT they'd ordered more and they should arrive at the start of this coming week.

I run over my problems with their parts guy. He suggests I remove the battery and try starting the bike with another random battery attached; That might be able to isolate if it is my battery or my starter system/charging stator/rectifier/words.

Sounds good.

Back at 4G I ask if they have a charger or a booster. The parts girl knows where a tender is, but not how to use it. It's okay, I do. They graciously let me push the bike inside their service bay so I can tinker on it, good thing too as it starts to drizzle outside.

So! My battery: Out and Charging.

My bike: New battery hooked up to test the ignition.

My key: In the ignition, turning to activate the bike-*Crack*.

One of the few flaws I've found with the NC750 design is the key is needed in a secondary lock. Turn one way to unlock the frunk (front trunk) where the gas tank USUALLY sits on a motorcycle. Turn the other way to unlock the latch securing the passenger seat, this allowing you to lift it up to reveal the gas cap to fill the tank, which sits under the rider. The problem with this lock is the key does not fully insert. It's about 3/4 depth to the ignition proper.

Over time, this has created something of a weak point on the key itself, occasionally twisting ever so slightly if too much pressure is applied, if the latches are sticky, or the frunk is overfull and a bit jammed. This was usually corrected by sticking the key in and turning it the other way, straightening the blade out again. For this trip, due to the tail luggage making lifting the passenger seat incredibly difficult at best, I had opted to outright remove the pillion cover, leaving the gas cap exposed for easy access. All I needed the secondary lock for was to get in and out of the frunk, which I was doing several times a day to fetch out Goose and Hat, or store drinks, or change power banks.

Perhaps it was this excess of one direction twisting that finally did the blade in.

Perhaps it was just six years of use and wear.

Perhaps life just wanted to take the difficulty level up a notch.

In any event.

I was left holding the top quarter of my key. The remainder still inside the ignition. Even if I can get a new battery, I can now no longer turn on the bike.

My coworker who helped fund this adventure texts me to see how things are going. I tell him my key just snapped in half. He says if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. We discuss options. I'm 3,505 km from home. I'm 427 km from the nearest Honda dealership. I just want to Abandon Quest and Hearthstone out of here, but that's not an option. So I work through various plans.

I call Riverside back and get the Service department. Nick remembers me. I fill him in on the last twelve hours. "Wow." Indeed. He puts me on hold and consults his coworkers. If I can get it there, they'll try and squeeze me in and get this sorted. Some people have good luck using super glue to get broken keys out and then jury rigged back together. With my luck, I'll make a mess and fuse the tumblers and need an entirely new ignition system. The key is also a newer blade style, not a normal tooth house lock key. It's supposed to be stronger, amusingly enough. But it's not the sort of thing local locksmiths should be able to replicate, it needs a Dealership. So even if I got a Fort McMurray locksmith to fish the main part out, if he can't make a new one, I still can't Go.

AND there's the pressing matter of the battery.

During all this my battery on the tender has completed charging. I restore it into the bike, or try to, as the damn nut in the contact for the red lead slips out of the holder and falls precisely through the ONE (1) hole at the bottom of the compartment and somewhere onto the engine block. I don't hear it hit the belly pan, and wedging my fingers into every nook, curve and cranny yields nothing but grimy hands.

I call CAA anew. I get the same woman as the night before, so that helped since she already knew the first part of this story. I now have Multiple Problems that can not be fixed locally. St. Albert is outside the Alberta tow range of 350km. But my membership is from Niagara, and I'm covered for 500km. She calls them to approve it. They say 'of course'. One hurdle down.

She contacts the tow company. New hurdle.

Due to the nine hour round-trip commute, they don't run every single broken vehicle south to Edmonton every time someone breaks down. They wait for multiple items, load them all on a long truck, and do a couple runs a week. So. Yes, they can get my bike to St. Albert. Eventuallllyyyyy.

I get it; from a logistics and efficiency and financial perspective it makes perfect sense.

From a "but... my bike..." and waiting for a nebulous amount of time in a hotel somewhere just for it to get TO the mechanics, nevermind the unknown timeframe of the shop having time to look at it, figure out what's wrong, order new parts if needed, and install them.... Hrrrggggnnnnn.

So EMI came with the short bed and picked up the bike from 4G. The logic being, now it's in their secure compound, ready to go, and when they have a load ready, they'll shove it on and take it south for me. Solid.

How do -I- get back to Edmonton.

Well, there's several buses that run the corridor, presumably for the mine workers to get up and back around their shift days. Awesome!

Oh but they don't run again until Monday. Less awesome!

But what can you do.

My bike won't leave until monday at the /earliest/ anyway, so me being there any sooner really makes no difference.

I book a ticket - cheap at 65$! For a nearly five hour trip? I paid 85$ plus tip for the 20 minute taxi ride from Supertest Hill to Fort McMurray the night prior.

Leaving Monday at 8:30am, arrive near downtown Edmonton. Found a hotel for 80$ within a block of Riverside Honda, not as cheap as my beloved Whitemud, but Whitemud Inn being at the south center of the Edmonton bubble, I'd be paying more than the 15$ a night difference in a cab to get up to St. Albert region. So I'll be right nearby the bike if we can get it going, or I need something from my bags.

In the meantime.

I found an RV campsite literally next door to the bus stop. I called the owner and explained my experiances, and my need for somewhere to simply hide in a tent until Monday morning. Sure, I could try and hide -anywhere-, but for my own safety, and nerves, if I can do this cheap and legal, the better for it. She says she can help me out. She offers a site for a price considerably cheaper than the nearby hotels, which I of course agree to. It's a twenty minute walk from 4G, made longer by hauling two drybags of tent/sleeping bag and essentials, and a third partial of food. Plus wearing my gear. And being somewhat small and scrawny. I take several rests. I drink my Gatorades. I make it. She has the sweetest tabby cat with white socks, no tail, and the SOFTEST fur. Name 'Trouble'. Awwww.

Transaction complete, I set up my tent, kindly serenaded by a curious magpie.

I hear a nearby RV owner pull up, truck doors closing, and then I see a giant white monster making a beeline straight for me. My best guess would be Lab/Samoyed. The head was very much the rectangle block and jowls of a lab, but the pelt was definitely a living cloud. It gives an very quick sniff at my tent, and promptly accepts me petting it. I realize I've been pet-starved during my journey. All my stress is put on pause as I scruffle the heck out of this random dog's sides. In fact, twice I tried to move one hand to teach for my phone for a photo, and he turned in annoyance to see why I'd partially stopped. I hear a woman calling, and ask if he needs to go. He makes no move. In fact he tries to push backwards closer. On a whim, I drop to my rear and make a bowl with my legs. He promptly fills said bowl with his rump. Me on my butt and him on his haunches, I came up to his shoulders.

Good dog.

A woman shouts again, more insistent. I give him a bump with my leg. He resigns himself to getting up and heading home. I realize the owner can't see us, so I pop up and apologize for stealing her dog. She realizes he hadn't just ran off for no reason, and laughs, saying he loves people. Yes, I had learned this.

I needed that.

There's a valley beside the camp ground.

The trees are spent matchsticks, grey and charred and empty against the sky. New growth slowly fills in around the dead wood. I don't know if this is a remainder of the BIG fire of 2016, or another more recent event. It's a staggering amount of devastation, and only a small fragment of the damage done.

The clouds out here... I love skyscapes.

Beautiful.